Beach trip #1...

Yep, I said #1.  That's because we've got another trip lined up for this month, not to mention our annual trip to Pointe Clear.

Unfortunately, Anthony couldn't go with us on this trip, which was sad for me, but Alex, Sam, and I trucked it on down to Fort Morgan and hung out with my parents, my youngest brother, and his girlfriend.  Blake has been living and working in Alaska (yes, Alaska) for over a year now, so trips home for him are few.

It was a good time, and Sam loves being out on the beach.  LOVES it.  And Alex certainly wasn't opposed to it.  He was completely intrigued by the sand.  What he didn't understand was why his thumb-sucking didn't work out when his hands were covered in sand.  Can you say gross?

We spent lots of time on the sand, flew kites, played mini-golf, and even got in a round of bocce ball.  So now I'm going to do what I always do and inundate you with pictures.

 A little kite flying 

 And as usual, little brother wants to get in the middle of things

 

 

 

 

 I realize that most of these pictures look the same, but I couldn't decide which ones I liked best.  

My "little brother" and I.  He had just been on a run with his girlfriend.  I had been sitting on the beach reading a magazine.  And eating peanuts.  I've left out all pictures of his gal because I don't know how she'd feel about her face plastered all over my blog.  

Excuse my ridiculous, wind-blown hair.  

 

 Yep, that sandy thumb isn't working for the A-train.