I’m all about the photo dumps this summer. When I go on vacation, it seems my words go on vacation, too.
Last weekend’s getaway was to Whidbey Island. Vincenzo forgot to ask for work off, despite the 17 verbal and written reminders I gave him. Fortunately, replacements are easy to find.
His brothers don’t even need him to build driftwood forts on the beach anymore. Here are Rocco and Leo D starting one of their own:
And here it is all finished:
No matter how many times I go to Whidbey (and I’ve been going since I was a baby), it always feels new in some way, whether it’s the people we’re with or the time of year or the detours we take or the things the tide washes up. This time we stopped at Fort Casey on the way up. I took a lot of pictures of the fort and the boys, but the sky kept stealing the show.
The sky even makes this picture I took to remember where I parked in Coupeville look good!
Fort Casey was such a hit, we stopped at Fort Ebey the next day. The next two are both search-and-find pictures. Can you spot all three boys?
Leo thought this would make a good picture.
I woke up on Sunday to see two young bucks play fighting outside my window. I think that makes me officially a Disney princess.
We forgot to bring snacks to the beach, so we had to improvise.
I found this cool rock and seaweed creature on the beach and asked McStreamy to add eyeballs.
She went for the extra credit.
Other than all that, the boys ran their hearts out in wide open fields, collected rocks on the beach, turned to prunes in the pool, ate triple scoop cones at an arts-and-crafts fair, climbed giant rocks, played board games, and watched a parasailer jump off a cliff and possibly fall to his death.
(He’s okay, right?)
And there you have it: another amazing, unforgettable, magical weekend of the same-old, same-old.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Picking up something-or-other