We went with the Barons to Kiawah this past year for Thanksgiving. We love going, but just about every other year we miss the chance to go because we're having babies. (Hopefully that will not be the case this year!)
|Austin and Dad checking out a jelly fish. |
We named him squishy.
Austin thinks they say BZZZZ ( like an electric shock)
if you touch one.
It was wonderful to relax on the beach after a VERY long drive. I think we're an official road tripping family. The boys did amazing (thanks to the DVD players.) We made a point to only stop at gas stations, and fast food joints with playgrounds. Thank heavens for chick-fil-a and McDonalds.
We had a great time spying alligators, riding bikes, and checking out the local wildlife. All in all, we had a wonderful time except for the amount of sleep we got. Tyler was incredibly fussy for most of the trip. I chalked it up to teething, but Andrew insisted something was wrong. Honestly, I thought he was just being defensive about our fussy kids, but I humored him and took Tyler to urgent care. Much to my
surprise embarrassment Tyler had a slight ear infection and tonsillitis. Antibiotics and a few days later he started to act more like himself.
Unfortunately, I didn't snap many pictures of us biking, eating, playing games, etc. We did manage to get a picture of our award winning "Polar Express." I really can't take much credit for this masterpiece, but I had fun working on a little house. It's on the "other side of the tracks" so it didn't make the picture. We won a bag of Kiawah Island goodies and we were the lucky recipients of a stuffed turtle named Terry.
The day after Thanksgiving the Island does a party in the park. There was an amazing band there Bigbangboom. Come to find out it was Ben Fold's brother, Chuck's band. They were lots of fun and Austin kept gravitating towards the music.
We also visited Santa. Tyler was pretty apathetic to the whole experience. No smiles, no tears, just a blank expression. Austin on the other hand was pretty nervous to meet him. He knew if he wanted to tell Santa he wanted an airplane- he would have to get on the fat man's lap. I think we managed to snap a pretty darling picture, too.