We spent last week in Avalon at the beach for our annual Weston beach vacation. It was a wonderful week with family.
…The Beach! Obviously.
The boys loooooved the beach. The sand, the ocean, the waves, all of it. We went to the beach every day, except one, and didn’t get tired of it. Each day we dug holes and pools and tunnels for the kids – and one day Uncle Ray created sand bowling. So that was hours of entertainment right there.
I especially love watching all the cousins together. Julian and Ben, born 9 hours apart, are thick as thieves.
Arthur fell in love with his big cousin Amelia and spent most of his day following her around. “Melia? Melia?”
It’s no secret that we love Coney Island. So naturally, Wildwood is right up our alley. The kids hit all the rides.
And towards the end, right before cotton candy and funnel cake pushed us over the edge, we won huge donuts playing whack-a-mole.
These, and the edible kind as well.
No one slept in, of course, ever. Because even though it’s a vacation and no matter how tired children are, they still get up at completely unreasonable hours. But we had lovely breakfasts every morning, lots of coffee, and crazy kids who entertained each other. And a deck to sit on.
…Dates. Jeff and I got to sneak out a couple of times. We went on a bike ride through Avalon, and one night we strolled around the neighboring town of Stone Harbor and had drinks at a bar by the beach. Total highlight was a walk on the beach in the dark with an almost full moon and lightning far away on the ocean, turning the sky orange every other minute or so. It was magical.
Non-highlights included this guy getting car sick on our way to Avalon…
…and whatever it was that happened to that guy. Bug bite? We will never know. But the Rocky references and the “You should have seen the other guy” comments did not get old. Or did they?
Until next time, Avalon.