Ahhh, the beach. So relaxing. A time for lounging in adirondack chairs on the porch.
A time for Icing your little sister.
Okay. So the family vacation wasn't exactly a lounge-fest. Not that we were expecting it to be, mind you. Nothing is a lounge-fest when three children under the age of eight are involved. Or when three children between their mid-twenties and mid-thirties are involved. (I am excluding Jason's sister Jenny from that comment since she was about ten years pregnant on this beach trip. The three remaining Sanger siblings more than made up for her.)
Erica made the mistake of texting Jason prior to the trip to ask him if he knew what Icing was. (If you don't know, just google "Icing Smirnoff".) So, unsurprisingly, he Iced her within minutes of our arrival. Rookie mistake on her part.
In turn, Joe was Iced by Erica and so on and so forth it goes...FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK.
Which is especially funny when you add in the the fact that we're pretty sure the owners of the rental house are teetotalers. (We think this because there were no wineglasses in the house. For our family, this was a disaster of epic proportions.) Therefore, something tells me they didn't intend for these decorative birdhouses to be used as airing racks for our koozies.
We certainly didn't let the lack of proper glassware stop us from getting our drank on though. The beauty of a Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka cocktail is that it tastes best in a Solo cup. Jason mixed up a big ol' vat of Firefly and lemonade with a dash of Sprite (some call this a Sloppy Palmer, named after the classic and non-alcoholic Arnold Palmer which is just 50/50 iced tea and lemonade) and we hauled it out to the beach to share with all those in our party who weren't between the ages of one and eight or ten years pregnant.
In an effort to differentiate my own red cup from the some odd fifty-thousand others sitting around the house, I labeled it...in an ode to Ke$ha.
Indoor pursuits were mostly technology-related in nature. Captain Crazy Pants had serious business to take care of on his iPhone.
But Katie kicks it old school with a round of dress up. Oh the treasure chest that is Aunt Heather's bedroom. I wasn't paying much attention to what she was up to but all the sudden she turns around with my hat and giant Tom Ford sunglasses on and says "Oh hey! I'm Heather!" I didn't get a photo but a few minutes later she had added my Tory Burch flip flops and was holding my cherry chapstick in one had and my He@ther red cup in the other.
And Anna, our budding artist, also likes to paint the old fashioned way. After all the time she had spent on the iPad though, I half expected her to just tap her finger on the page of her paint book.
And of course, Jason enjoyed torturing the girls. Possibly you remember the Mamma Mia showing and dance party from last year's trip? They are still obsessed with that movie and every night, the girls wanted to watch Mamma Mia. We did finally watch it with them but for the first several nights, they were so tired that they were falling asleep right after dinner. Before dessert, even. So every morning, Jason would tell them we all stayed up late watching Mamma Mia and eating ice cream sundaes. Neither of them believed it so we staged a photo to prove it.
We had fabulous weather for just about the entire trip, with the exception of one afternoon that was chock full of thunderstorms. No one complained though. After several days in the sun and sand, we all happily retreated to cosy beds for napping, nooks of covered porch for reading or couches for movie watching.
Another major benefit of an afternoon storm is the chance of a rainbow. And we got just that as we were leaving dinner at a restaurant overlooking the intracoastal waterway.