A bushy bushy blonde hairdo, Surfin' U.S.A!

As usual, we went to Port Aransas this summer.  Only, to up the excitometer, we invited my cousin, Bonnie, and her crew - aka the Waco crew. They've appeared in this blog many times like here, here, and here.

We, again as usual, made an adventure out of the drive.  We stopped in San Antonio for a graduation pool party for my cousin.  If there is water, we are soooo there. 

Okaaay, we went to see the family, too. 

(Oh, stop it.  Now you're making me feel bad.)

 See that waterfall?  Tay LOOVED jumping off of that thing into the water. 

Then she'd swim up to whoever was closest.

 

We took the tiny clown car (Ryan's commuter, the Civic).  I drove because that is what I do, and lets face it, the passenger seat in a car full of kids is just about the worst thing life can throw at you.  To make things even more stressful, Maven doesn't sleep in the car.  So, we were trapped in a 5x10 box with a crying baby, a boy crammed between two very large car seats, and a little girl that likes to come up with the world's most annoying sounds - on repeat. 

To entertain herself, Maven pulled CK's hair THE entire ride.  He cried MANY times.  She smiled and squealed every time. 

How do you correct a baby? 

It was kind of funny. 

So, let me rephrase... how do you correct a baby and not laugh?

Poor Christian.  We never did come up with an answer to our pondering thought.

Once at the beach, we spread out of the car like ants from a disrupted mound.

Tay got stung by a jellyfish, because that is what she does - gets stung - by jellyfish. 

Twice.

Then she was bit by a crab on her finger.  And it didn't let go.

Christian surfed, because that is what he does.

Maven did baby things, because that is what she does.  Every.single.day.  Borr-ring. 

I kid, I kid.

 There's that bushy bushy blonde hairdo!