Me on Shell Island. Though just one day after the pontoon boat adventure, it was 10 degrees warmer. Thus the short sleeve shirt.
Highlight of the Shell Island trip: a seagull crapped on my little brother Joey's face. His FACE. How disgusting is that. Plus, well, you have to understand about Joey. He's 10, his next sibling is a 14-year-old girl. So it's kind of like he's an only child. And very hyper. And very weird. And so, on a boat full of people, at least 50 people, Joey was crapped on by a seagull, and no one in my family was really that surprised. It just seems like the kind of thing that would happen to Joey.
Our happy family, again at Shell Island. Poor Baby E was so exhausted, having just dropped a major bomb in her diaper (and all over her clothes) on the boat, so she fell asleep against Dh's chest in the carrier. Which never happens.
And well, we don't have many more pics of our Florida trip. We got so busy doing things and having fun that we forgot to take pictures. Which is cool.