Before I moved on, I had some final pictures of our last day on the beach. It turned out to be the most beautiful day that we were there throughout the whole week. The water was crystal clear, and the skies were so blue that they almost looked fake. It's a vacation that I will always remember with such happiness and a marking point right before our lives drastically changed. Thanks, Mom, for a great, much needed trip.
"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is." – Aleksei Peshkov
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Final Vacation Pictures
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Back to Pier Park
There was a particular restaurant that I wanted to try, which just happened to be at Pier Park: The Back Porch. I'd heard good things about it, and their menu outside looked good. When we went the day before, Kevin didn't go with us because he was finishing up some school work. So, we went back the next day with him so that he could try it, too.
I looked like garbage pretty much every day at the beach (who fixes their hair to get in the ocean?), so this day, I decided that I'd try to look presentable. Everyone got out their cameras for this event lol.
I looked like garbage pretty much every day at the beach (who fixes their hair to get in the ocean?), so this day, I decided that I'd try to look presentable. Everyone got out their cameras for this event lol.
You can see Sage getting hers done here. We are explaining to Jaggar that it doesn't hurt and that he has to close his eyes while she does it. He was ready after that. He did not like it that much more the second try, but he did finish and the end result for him is ADORABLE when he saw himself. You can watch him here.
Aren't they so cute? Sage chose a kind of fairy like design, and Jaggar, of course, is Spiderman. The girl said that this was a makeup, and it would last for 3-5 days. She wasn't kidding. By the 3rd day, I decided to take it off and had to use makeup remover to get it off.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Pier Park and Other Stuff
Every day at the beach started out in "the big boy pool." I didn't care. The weather there is so different. The sun is out early and stays up late, and it kind of makes you do that, too. So I had no problem letting the kids go to the pool at 8 in the morning. It was never crowded, and they had a blast. Jaggar got braver each day, and Sage was trying to help him swim.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Shell Island
My mom loves to find shells, but the crazy thing about our vacation is that there are NO shells on the beach. Last year, we had buckets full. It's so crazy. So Travis and Mom found something called Shell Island. You take an hour boat ride to the island, spend an hour on the island finding shells, and ride the boat back for an hour. Sounded good to us. We called and reservations weren't necessary, so we headed there for the afternoon.
I have to say...I immediately almost ruined the trip. We were one of the last ones on the boat. The only seats left were in the middle of it. I spotted one by the side where the kids and I could sit, so we went there. Shortly after I sat down, this lady comes over and says, "Hey, I'm sorry. My daughter is sitting here. She went downstairs to get a drink." I said, "Well is there room for one?" Because at least Sage could sit there. She said, "No, it's my daughter and my niece." Let me say, there was NOTHING wrong with what she said or did or how she said it. She was as nice as could be. But my evil side just came out. I said, in what Travis said was as rude as could possibly be, "Well, next time you can put something in the seat so people know." I'm laughing even thinking about it because it's so terrible. In my right mind, WHY would I ever do that? What a brat. I want to smack me.
So I go to the back where Mom and Mema are, and a few seconds later, she slams a cooler or something down and goes, "How's that?!" Without missing a beat, I shot back, "That's perfect, thanks." It was like watching someone else. I don't know what my problem was. Travis goes, "Hey, she's about twice your size, so you better chill out." And it's true. She was at LEAST twice my size. I felt pretty bad because there was really no warranting my acting that way. So as soon as she got up to go downstairs, I got up and went to the stairwell and said, "Ma'am...Ma'am (until she looked up), I'm really sorry I spoke to you that way. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." She immediately said, "I'm sorry too." All's well that ends well.
SO...after that debacle, let's get to the trip. :) Travis is still laughing about it and has since told me every time that we go out to not be rude to anyone. SO far, so good. Anyway, when we set sail, they said that some seagulls would be flying by and wanting hand outs. They passed out Cheetos to those that wanted to feed them. I took some but quickly realized that it was too creepy for me. Alfred Hitchcocks, "The Birds," is a PERFECT description for what it was like. They followed us the whole way; Sage ate the Cheetos.
I have to say...I immediately almost ruined the trip. We were one of the last ones on the boat. The only seats left were in the middle of it. I spotted one by the side where the kids and I could sit, so we went there. Shortly after I sat down, this lady comes over and says, "Hey, I'm sorry. My daughter is sitting here. She went downstairs to get a drink." I said, "Well is there room for one?" Because at least Sage could sit there. She said, "No, it's my daughter and my niece." Let me say, there was NOTHING wrong with what she said or did or how she said it. She was as nice as could be. But my evil side just came out. I said, in what Travis said was as rude as could possibly be, "Well, next time you can put something in the seat so people know." I'm laughing even thinking about it because it's so terrible. In my right mind, WHY would I ever do that? What a brat. I want to smack me.
So I go to the back where Mom and Mema are, and a few seconds later, she slams a cooler or something down and goes, "How's that?!" Without missing a beat, I shot back, "That's perfect, thanks." It was like watching someone else. I don't know what my problem was. Travis goes, "Hey, she's about twice your size, so you better chill out." And it's true. She was at LEAST twice my size. I felt pretty bad because there was really no warranting my acting that way. So as soon as she got up to go downstairs, I got up and went to the stairwell and said, "Ma'am...Ma'am (until she looked up), I'm really sorry I spoke to you that way. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." She immediately said, "I'm sorry too." All's well that ends well.
SO...after that debacle, let's get to the trip. :) Travis is still laughing about it and has since told me every time that we go out to not be rude to anyone. SO far, so good. Anyway, when we set sail, they said that some seagulls would be flying by and wanting hand outs. They passed out Cheetos to those that wanted to feed them. I took some but quickly realized that it was too creepy for me. Alfred Hitchcocks, "The Birds," is a PERFECT description for what it was like. They followed us the whole way; Sage ate the Cheetos.
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