So you remember I said that we only did 3 of the 4 intended activities? Well, if you’ve been following along you have figured out that the missed activity was the fireworks.
That manager at the Quality Inn we stayed in suggested the fireworks along the beach. We decided we would walk to dinner before heading back to the beach. My children (who had not gotten sufficient naps for the day) were wired up after a dinner of pancakes, so wired that that my daughter walked most of the way back to the hotel (note she had been walking a grand total of one week at this point) and my son ran all the way back, leaving me to push an empty double stroller.
The dinner of pancakes at a diner seemed like a good idea at the time…
Back at the hotel the wired children started rubbing their eyes and crying over the slightest thing. My husband and I looked at each other and silently agreed. Everyone was put into PJs and climbed into bed. My husband and I fell asleep to the wonderful rhythmic breathing of two sleeping babes and the boom of the fireworks in the distance.
Note my son running off in the background.
Maybe next year…
