When you think beach, you think sand, no? Well, not to be a debbie downer, I mean, a vacation is a vacation…but the beaches in Maine…well, they leave something to be desired; namely, SAND. We DROVE to Maine week before last…yep, 17 hours in a small box on wheels with two children and everything we own. Okay, so on the way up, we only had one kid (my son went ahead for soccer camp with his cousins in Vermont), and we split up the trip with a night in Virginia with my dad…BUT, on the way home, we drove straight through with both kids in tow and a super crabby mama. 17, count them, 17 hours.
I say it rained the whole week. Hubby says there was sun every day.
How is that for the whole cup-half-full and cup-half empty way of looking at life. What can I say? I have hundreds of orders to fill and I’m a little stressed. But beggars can’t be choosers…thank the good Lord for a growing business, and that I got to go to Maine and eat lobster for 10 days.
My life doesn’t suck (all that much).
Here are some pics (in no particular order). I took a ka-gillion, but folks, I aint got time to
upload ’em all (go ahead, big sigh of relief..I won’t hear you).
Here’s one of my cutie-patooty nieces. She was ALLLLL about posing for the camera. I kept catching them off somewhere standing in some poetic pose, gazing off into the horizon…with the hopes that I would spot them and say AHA!! What a GORGEOUS PHOTO you would make!!
The four of them had a ball together. They all stayed in a loft with little nook type beds with trundles underneath…it was like being at camp. We had more fun eavesdropping on their conversations.
These two are little pistols. They are gonna be hell on wheels when they grow up.
Off to a really good start already.
We took a ferry over to Monhegan Island…really gorgeous. An artist colony; people all over the place painting the scenery. We hiked by the ocean…on big Rocky cliffs. Pretty doggone cool.
This is on one of the trails we hiked…a beautiful gate someone had fashioned from drift wood.
The flowers we encountered were just amazing.
This one looks like something out of Dr. Suess
Then there was the “fairy” forest. How cool is this? You find all of these little “houses” made out of bark, tiny pinecones, mosses and twigs, tucked into little nooks in trees, on the ground…all over. The kids were enchanted; thinking of course that fairies made them all. Then you suggest, “hey, why don’t we make one too?” and everybody sets to work on a magical creation. On the way out, Stinky Boy says “hey mom. I think I know how those fairy houses really get there. PEOPLE make them!” Bright boy.
This little sprite can run faster than me. 3 1/2 years old…she will be some sort of famous athlete,
mark my words.
More rocky beach pics…
Yep. You guessed it. This is one of those “poetic” poses I mentioned. Ha.
The kids were diggin’ the lobsters. That is, until…well…we cooked them alive.
Ouch. It actually made me sad. Until I dipped it in butter.
Queen Anne’s Lace grows like weeds in these here parts.
One particularly special thing about a rocky beach is the potential for skipping/skimming stones
(which is folks? anybody know?)
Here are the youngun’s pretending to be one big giant starfish.
and for the abrupt finish…that’s all folks!
I will leave you with what I thought was a laugh out loud “funny”.
Last night miss priss walks in, and as serious as a heart attack, says
“daddy?”
“did elvis die on the potty?”
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