We were in the Outer Banks, North Carolina. Specifically, in the little quaint town of Avon. It was an adorable little place down the strip, on a skinny little piece of land where you can see water in both directions when standing in the middle.
See what I mean? We stayed right there at the pin-drop.
Pretty fabulous, and? Pretty scary looking when seeing it on the map. Which is why I had to not let myself look at this image until after I got home. Why things like seeing this weird me out is beyond me. But the idea of it is slightly terrifying for me.
Good thing we weren't there in hurricane season.
We moved to a different house after day one (Long story...but, the basic gist? The original house was recently foreclosed on. The realty company didn't realize the slew of issues that came along with it. They felt we needed to be compensated in some way. So they offered us a bigger, better house, with a heated pool at no cost. We moved 13 people in under 3 hours on Monday, and it was totally worth it.), and Declan and I got the master bedroom. Which was awesome. We needed a room with a big enough bathroom to put the pack-n-play in for Emeline.
There was a huge window in the bathroom, though. So our solution to make it darker in there was to run to the hardware store, buy some brown butcher-like paper (it was actually a drop cloth), and tape it up over the window. Holy darkness batman. That thing worked like a charm.
She slept anywhere from 11-13 hours straight a night there. In fact? She slept better there than at home. Little stinker.
Speaking of the bathroom, it had a whirlpool tub. So guess who took her baths in luxury at night? She loved it. But it was too big for us to just lean over and bathe her the way we do at home in our
tiny normal sized tub. So, it required one of us to get in with her. Family bath time on vacation? I say why not.
And yes, she drank straight from the faucet. Kids are weird.
Travel on the way down was horrendous in every way. In fact, it probably requires an entire post of it's own. But, we wised up and travel on the way home? So...much...better. An 8 hour road trip with a one year old probably isn't ranked up there in my list of Top 10 Favorite Things To Do. I know, you're shocked.
This was Eme's second time to the beach. Last year, she was only 6'ish weeks old, therefore? She did not touch the sand. So when we went to the beach for pictures this past week, we giddily set her in the sand for Her First Sand Experience, and she was less than pleased.
In fact? She was pisssssed.
Does it make me a bad mom that I laugh every time I look at this picture? Don't answer that.
And I think this trip gets the record for how many family pictures I got. Check another one off the list. I should never complain about having family picture, like, ever.
|Photo courtesy of my SIL, Lyryn.|
And in case you were wondering who I went on vacation with. Here's the whole gang.
[Declan's side of the family]
Not a bad looking group, I'd say. But of course I'm bias.
Now, if you'll excuse me. I still have about eleventy billion bags to unpack. Yes, I realize I've been home for two days. At least the laundry is done, give me a break.