With a day to spare, we packed it up and headed down the street for our lovely beach. There’s not much simpler - as far as fun goes - as the beach. Man I love where we live!
Brr!
Get that kite up there!
‘splorin’
easy does it!
Daddy and his girls
sandy cheese, anyone?
proud flyer
Moo, too
this is what departure looks like
All good things must pass, and like good wine, good brothers must age. Or something like that. Regardless, our last night together was a great reason enough for a yummy fete, so we got it on.
Some of the very last fun we spent with the St. Sidell crew was spent under water. The girls love their swim lessons so much that we decided everyone else should come along. After a bit of a kerfuffle getting in to the rec swim, I’d say our little swim team had a good time.
Zoe’s big girl solo class
Maggie’s Mom n’ me tot class
Nick fish
Tim fish
Amy fish
Nana fish
The girls had a great time sharing their pool. Maybe for the next swim the boys can share their lake. 
And a big thanks to Pepere for playing photojournalist and gopher all morning!
