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7/19/2015

BEACH WEEK

Beach week is always one of my favorites. There is nothing like sitting in the sand, doing nothing all day.

As we drove in, we could see a thunderstorm brewing. It didn't stop us from stopping at the ice cream shop at the entrance to the neighborhood to wait for our PA cousins.

 The reunion couldn't have been sweeter.

 We hurried to check out the beach house view. PERFECT!
 And then jumped into the pool for a stormy swim.

 My sister made these awesome shirts for all the kids to wear for the reunion.
 I love them all.

The majority of our time had views like these:




 Luke became obsessed with boogie boarding, except for the short period of time after he got the cord wrapped around his neck and almost drowned. His fear didn't last long before he was back out there again.



 
 


But even the die hards needed a break from the beach sometimes. We played games, fought over who would hold Lizzy and ate lots of oreos!

 
 
 
(guess which kid lives in Arizona)

The dads took all the kids to a jumping place (because Nate and Ellie hadn't been to enough).

And the parents got out for a sushi date while my parents (and the big kids) babysat all the littles.

We took family pictures on the windiest day ever so all of our hair looked like it has never been brushed after 5 minutes.
 

 And then lots more trips to the ice cream store in our matching shirts of course!



And my mom lead all the kids in Kid Yoga everyday.
It was a sad day when the week was over. After we said good bye to our family we drove up to Williamsburg for one more stop at the Cheeseshop and . . . .
 To see my sister one more time. A week wasn't enough. We needed 30 more minutes before we headed to the airport.

 Everyone passed out about 5 minutes into the car ride to the airport. We managed to wake everyone up, get through security and get on the airplane. . .
 Just in time to hear there was bad weather, so we needed to get off the plane and wait.
 Luckily we had Luke to entertain us.

 We finally made it to Chicago, but due to the bad weather, all the planes out of Chicago were delayed for hours. Every 15 minutes they kept telling us they had found us a crew and hour after hour we didn't leave.
 We finally made it home around 3 am, or about 20 hours after we left the beach house. Never fly through Chicago!!

 This was the aftermath at church the next day.

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