Beach Trip

We got to spend a little time at the beach last month, and it was just the getaway we needed.

Jeremy gets away to go hunting.
The girls and I get away for outings fairly frequently.
But we rarely get out all six together.
Those moments are treasured, indeed.

I could spend every weekend at the beach, I think.
I just love it.

I love the walk to the sand . . .
Watching the girls' anticipation.
 

I don't much love rolling around in the sand, the way the girls do.
But, to each his own, I say!

 

 

Little Miss Mermaid.
 

 

 

And I LOVE, love, love, evening strolls along the boardwalk.

 

Yep, I think it's my favorite place to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Fun

Holy Blog Break!

My goodness, we've been busy. 

I'm going to go ahead and confess something that I've been denying for almost 13 months now . . .

There was a big adjustment for me, going from three children to four.  I didn't think there would be.  I was like, "Eh.  Three.  Four.  What's the difference?"  Well, there was a difference.  I remember Jeremy laughing at me, about a month before Taylor was born.  "I don't think you have a clue", he said.  Another confession?  He was right.  It seemed so easy bringing Kameryn home.  I mean, besides the fact that she was a preemie, and I was syringe feeding round the clock, and not getting even a minute of sleep.  But, she fit right in to our family, and Sierra and Makenna were such big helpers.  Once we got past the initial preemie scares, it seemed to be pretty smooth sailing.

But Taylor.  Oh my.  She's a different story.  She's . . . discontent. 
That's the nice way of saying:
 "good gracious, child, you are the loudest, fussiest, crabbiest little pumpkin ever!" 
So, as you can imagine, every little outing, every trip, no matter how small, is a challenge.

And we, my friends, just got back from a 5 night camping trip. 

Last year, we made the trip when Taylor was just shy of two weeks old. 
And let me tell you, that was a cinch compared to this year. 

Two week old babies sleep in their carseat. 

One year olds . . . no likey the carseat.

Newborns stay fresh and clean, cuddled on your chest.

Toddlers . . . insist on plopping down in the dirtiest, dustiest, filth;
sifting it through their fingers,
running it through their hair,
and rubbing it on their arms and legs.

But we survived.
We did it.
We're home.
And 12 loads of laundry later {no joke},
we're getting back in to the swing of life with running water again!
Hip hip hooray!

Be back someday soon with camping pics :)
For now, I need a vacation from my camping vacation.