Home Again, Home Again, Jigitty Jig

We are home...the beach is just a memory now.

Except for all the sand we seem to have tracked back with us in suitcases, that is.

The Bug was afraid of the water, but loved the sand.

The older boys loved the roughness of the waves and came back quite sand-burned from being tossed about in the surf. The waves were very big and fierce while we were there, maybe all the storms in the Atlantic lately?? The undertow was strong and they found it really cool to stand at the edge and let the waves recede and make them feel like they were sliding on their feet.

I love this sign! They have them all over Virginia Beach to remind people to watch their language. Apparently, they are trying to make it much more family-friendly, and less of a Spring Break, sort of destination. It seems to be working...lots of families and hardly any swearing.

I was like a fish out of water.

There are, like, a million box turtles in the little creek near Al's apartment, so we took walks over there to feed them. They were cute in a turtley way and the boys really got a kick out of them.

While I was gone, Colleen went and had her little one early (of course she did!). He is a little boy, all 5 pounds, 12 ounces of him. Just a wee little lad. His name is Cael (a good Irish name don't you think?), pronounced like the leafy green kale. I cannot wait to see him, but I will...because I know they need their rest for the first few days at least.

I haven't gotten all the labor details yet...only that it took 22 hours. First babies. Their labor just sucks--except for those annoying people who just seem to pop one out like it's nothing, not even breaking a sweat, barely making it to the hospital, hardly any pain...you know who you are. The rest of us hate you...but it's probably just, you know, the jealousy speaking and all.

Now that I know which flavor he is...there will be more knitting. Maybe teeny tiny socks for the little teeny feets.