Pit-Stop

With all the tumult of the move, we made the pricey decision to skip the insanity of driving cross-country with our throng of mini people, and chose to spend a couple of days at the beach and fly out instead.  Isn't that a much better plan??  We thought so. 

Our good friend Geof not only agreed to drop us off at the beach and drive our van back to be shipped later, BUT he sat smashed between three of our children on the back bench and entertained them with song and dance the whole way there!  Unbelievable.  We'll be taking him on every road trip from now on. 

We drove right through the most intense thunder storm I've ever been in and watched lightening strike ground all around us.  Oddly enough, it eventually put everyone to sleep in the back, Geof. included, so Craig and I drove merrily along in the rain and blissful silence.

It's the little things.

I spent all of 30 seconds snapping photos of our little getaway.  Here's what I've got:

Notice there's no Luke in these shots.  He spent the entire time riding the swells on the edge of forbidden territory.  He's fearless, that one. 

We really had a great time.  I coaxed Abby and Miri into the deeper waves for the first time ever, and there was much hoopla.  When we weren't at the beach, the hotel pool fulfilled all their desires- which never ceases to amaze me. 

So, next time you're in the middle of a move, take it from us-   drop everything and head for the beach.