So, last year we were suppose to go to the beach in Pensacola, FL. We didn't because of that little oil spill they had. When telling people we were going there this year, some did seem concerned. Let me assure you, the beach is fine. There seemed to be some black smudges here are there, but nothing you would notice if you weren't looking for it. Everyone was really excited about going...especially James, but he is always excited:
There were really excited to get in the sand and see the water:
Buried Daddy in the sand:
Buried James in the sand:
Had snack of course:
More snack:
Now, to be honest. A week before we left, the kids were so excited, they packed. They kept asking about the beach, wanting to go. We get there and they wanted nothing to do with the beach, but they really loved the pool. Did you know we have a pool? We do.
I do have to say this pool was a lot warmer than our pool. James put on his little googles and swam away.
After a few days the cousins from Texas joined us for fun and one of the best things we did was visit the nearby naval museum.
They had planes you could climb in!
And a kids play area!
As we were walking around, James totally walked into a planes wing. Yes, people laughed as James cried, but he perked up when he got a Diego band aid on his face!
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Poor James.... But what an interesting palce for a bandaid! :-)
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