Saturday, March 19, 2011

Spring Break Part III

Mrs. Z took all these pictures with her phone and her new photo app (Picplz) so please forgive all the funny processing. We spent the morning at the beach and had a bike ride in the afternoon, followed by dinner on the pier. It was quite a big day, and Monkey didn't quite make it all the way through - about 20 minutes into our bike ride he said he needed "to take a little rest" and spent the next 90 or so minutes bobbing his head on the back of Mr. Z's bike.
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Friday, March 18, 2011

Spring Break Part II

So, I know you were promised beach pictures. But the first day we were there it was too cold for the beach, and so we went to a battleship instead. Oops! So beach pictures tomorrow.

In case you are in need of a dangerous jungle gym that can also shoot planes from the sky and kill people on islands, we recommend the USS North Carolina.








Thursday, March 17, 2011

Spring Break Part I

A few highlights of our trip, beginning with the Hampton Inn in West Virginia. They now have a picture next to each room number, so that if you forget the number perhaps you can remember the picture that belongs to your room. With no finagling, bribing or pleading on our part, we were granted that most rare of luxuries: The Train Picture Room. Next, we spent Sunday with Aunt B and her church, attending the dinner portion of their youth group meeting with our trusty dinosaur ball. Thankfully the weather has been uniformly nice, if not hot.



There is a park right next to Aunt B's house, which was originally a farm and has now been landscaped with lots of walking and biking paths as well as terraces, walls, swings and canopies. We stopped here after youth group (or rather, while the youth group was actually supposed to be paying attention).


Next post: Pictures from the beach!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

"I'm Hiding"

The other day I heard Monkey yelling "No, Dog! You can't have my cracker!" And then a lot of squealing. A few minutes later I heard the always reassuring,

"Um, Mom?"

"I'm stuck."



I freed him.

Eventually.