We're home!

Vacation this year was a trip to Jason's parent's condo in Ocean City, MD, instead of our usual trek to Virginia Beach. SOMEONE wasn't willing to spend 5+ hours one way in a car with their children and SOMEONE wasn't willing to share a one-bedroom hotel room with a three-year-old and a twenty-month-old. Pssst... SOMEONE = me. I'm no fun with no sense of adventure. I admit it.

Anyway, first Nick helped with the packing. Before you called Child Protective Services, you should know that he thinks it's "fun" to crawl into an empty clothes hamper. Who am I to deny his fun? He's got airholes. He's fine.
Once we arrived in Ocean City, the kids quickly helped us by sitting on Nana. Now that I think about it, that's how they spent a lot of the week there. Which freed Jason, PopPop and I to do what we wanted. Bonus! I love Grandparents.


Most days involved breakfast and then heading to the beach until the kids had packed sand (to the point of being unable to walk) into every crevice they had and were ready for a nap. Stop it. They were perfectly safe. Bree only rolled off the balcony once. And she landed on the Jeep, so it's not like she fell that far.


Both kids loved taking baths in the huge garden tub. Jason wouldn't let me publish any of those pics, so here's Bree in her favorite towel. Okay, my favorite towel. The bunny ears always give me a giggle.
The week quickly passed in a blur of beach, boardwalk, good food, great company and the seemingly endless search for new sandles for Jason. Eventually we sadly packed up to return. Nick was as helpful unpacking as he had been packing.

xoxo
Deb