We spent last week at Ocean Isle Beach (in NC) and had a great time—except for the last 45 minutes. We got a healthy dose of reality on the way home when the twins started throwing up simultaneously (no joke!) around 11:30 Friday night. “Makin’ memories!”, as my husband likes to say. It’s not a Clark family vacation, after all, until somebody vomits in the van.
But, before that, it was a (mostly) relaxing week in the sun and sand. A few pictures from our vacation while I recover from our vacation:
One baby loved the ocean. . .
The other, not so much:
The girls gave me a pre-beach pedicure. They fought over who would do the polish, so each one got a foot. . .
My beach read. I’m so behind. I hardly ever read anything current.
We wouldn’t have survived the week without Grandmommy and Grandaddy.
Home for the week:
Aftermath of a day at the beach.
My favorite time of day.
And, why we’ll never be the family that has the cute beach vacation photo on their Christmas card. (Arrgh.)