Six days at the cabin. Three friends and 4 kid friends. Three sunny days. It was one of the best times on Whidbey yet.
I always think I’m overpacking for the cabin, but at the end of almost every day, I have a full load of laundry to do (shake sand out first) and the kids all seem to be down to their last clean, intact pair of pants. This is Piper’s second (of three) outfits and it’s only noon,
And another thing to add to the list of Things That Make Me Wet My Pants: Runny up the skate park and vaulting over the top. (Laughing and sneezing generally top the list.)
There are so many things to do at a skate park when you don’t have wheels.
1) Rip your pants. (Kyla)
2) Rip your pants. (Piper)
3) Rip your pants. (Wesley)
4) Wet your pants. (Anonymous)
This girl knows how to enjoy herself. If only she had a cold root beer in that hand.
Again, this child just needs a beach and some shells to keep her busy for a long, long time. Four hours, in fact, as long as I feed her occasionally.
This is worth preserving, simply because Wes is still wearing his clothes. While near water. (Hint: it won’t last.)
Tyler didn’t have to convince Wesley too much of the Greatness of Construction Trucks at the beach.
One of the many, many times Wes stripped down to his skivvies over the week we were on Whidbey. I’m actually going to buy him boxers next week to be slightly more socially acceptable. If 3-year olds can ever be socially acceptable.
Piper: You know what would be a really, really good idea? Using these old trucks as roller skates to go down this sand pile!
Wesley: I am so in! I don’t have pants or shoes on, so I’m set.
Wesley: I’m down.
Wesley: That was fun!
Tyler: What could go wrong?
The last picture possibly to ever be taken on my camera. Piper snapped some shots of Wes falling asleep on me. The camera hasn’t worked since.