As luck would have it, I would also call this vacation a vacation and not a temporary re-location as all parents of small children will know exactly what I am talking about. Re-locations are wonderful in their own right, but this year I sat on the beach and read a book. Seriously, a book. A real book while my children occupied themselves with sand and salt water. It's been about 10 years since I actually read a book at the ocean. Heaven.
This year bed times were looser. No one seems to melt down with the fervor of years past, no one naps anymore. And, everyone just seems to sleep in if they are out at the beach until 9pm. Heaven.
There is lots of concentration needed to mix the perfect bucket of sand and salt water.
While Mom is ignoring everyone else, reading a book Grandpa is there to supervise raft floating.
In addition to the other changes at the beach this year, Liv is now a fish. A fearless fish.
They don't like each other too much.
Watch out kindergarten class, she's coming your way.
This picture sort of says it all. Captiva Island, FL is a bit of a dream.