Our family tradition of capping off summer with a weekend spent at my parent’s beach house in Delaware continued this year (with some bedroom painting squeezed in there too for good measure). And, just like last year, we did our best to fight our compulsive urges to photograph and document everything we did at the beach instead of just enjoying it.
We didn’t even bring our good DSLR camera with us, deciding to just rely on our iPhones if a moment struck us as particularly photo-worthy, like Clara and her cousin Emanuel’s attempt at sand angels above. Or Burger trying to keep his cool next to his much larger cousin Tuck.
Being Labor Day weekend, the beaches were pretty packed. We have plenty of early risers in our family, though, so we managed to get there early enough to reserve a good spot before things got too crowded. This is what 10am looked like.
And here’s what 1pm looked like:
We didn’t really venture out to do much more than hitting the beach (i.e. no bike rides or kayak trips like usual) since most of the kids just napped in the afternoon, but one exciting evening addition was our brother-in-law’s new toy: a drone.
It’s actually a work tool for him. He’s a photographer and people in his industry are starting to use these more and more (the little braces underneath it can hold a camera) so he brought it to practice his flying skills. But the kids (okay, and us adults) mostly enjoyed chasing it around and making alien invasion jokes.
So there you have it. Pretty much the only six decent pictures we took all weekend. I guess for people whose job description includes taking lots of photos, we achieved a pretty labor-less Labor Day after all, except for that bedroom painting mission that we tacked on (but that felt really good to knock out). How’d you guys say goodbye to the summer season? Do anything fun? Take any good pictures?
Clara (after I said it was time for bed): Sorry, I’m adorable so you can’t take me to bed. So sorry!
Daddy: Do you want to make cookies?
Clara: Yeah! And I want to put pickles on them!
Daddy: You want to put pickles on your cookies?
Clara: Yes, because I love cookies and I love pickles!
Daddy (talking to me): I think he was kind of angry with her.
Clara (running in from another room): Dad, did you say Angry Birds?!
Clara: That bug is creepy creepsters. Oh my goodness! I love it.
Clara (hears ice cream truck outside): Hey it’s the music ambulance ice cream truck!