Day 3: Not As Interesting As Day 2

The second night was a really fun one.  We started Graham on the floor but by the time we were ready for bed, he’d moved to Jennifer’s bed.  We moved him back to the floor but back he came to Jennifer’s bed.  Finally it ended up with me on the floor and Jennifer and Graham each in a bed.  See the below graphic:

Yeah, vacations with kids are relaxing.

I forgot to add Graham's quotables from Day 2:

(as we were assembling to leave the apartment for dinner) “Everybody get in line”

(to my father-in-law) “Thank you for having a birthday”

(after being told by Jennifer not to be bossy) “Do everything I say, please?”

The next morning the kids were up and at ‘em again, this time at 5:45.  We didn’t even change them into clothes, taking them out for another walk in the wagon while still wearing their pajamas.  This time we went a different direction and made it to the beach to watch the sunrise.  Unfortunately Graham was rather disappointed that he couldn’t get into the water but at least he didn’t cry.

We made a return trip to the beach later that morning with Jennifer and her mom staying back with a napping Trevor.  It was mostly a repeat of the previous day though I found that I had to be careful how I dug holes in the mud lest I pull a muscle.  I don’t remember having that problem when I was eight years old.  Oh well.

After lunch, we took Graham and Trevor back to the house again where, um, neither one of them fell asleep.  Time to go nuclear: pack ‘em in the minivan!  Jennifer and her mother took them shopping and when they returned about forty minutes later, they were both still asleep.  I then had the option of taking them both up to the bedroom and chancing awakening one or both of them or keeping them in the minivan, driving around until they woke up. 

Duh, I drove around Port A for forty minutes. 

We ordered pizza for dinner after which Graham, Maisy Insaisy and I headed for another sundown beach excursion.  This time we wore swimsuits and drove since that would give us more time.  We frolicked in the waves for an hour and it was awesome even though the dog attempted to wrench my arm out of its socket Mos Eisley Cantina-style every time I let her run after a gull.  Again, I was tempted to let her go without the leash but that would have been dumb.  After an hour, we piled into the minivan and drove back, bringing several pounds of beach sand with us.

That reminds me: beach sand.  It is in everything you bring back from the beach.  You find it in random places around the house.  I expect to find it six months from now in unexpected places.  Writing this three days after we got back, I think there’s still some in my ears.  There’s a reason there was a $59 cleaning fee on our bill for the house.  I think, in housekeeping circles, the ultimate experience for the resume is having experience in a beachside hotel.  Thankfully our house had a showerhead on the outside where we could wash off but it still didn’t take care of everything.