We went to the waves for a while, but Carson soon noticed that we gave him a lot less freedom when there’s an undertoe involved.
So he decided back at the inlet was a better deal. He sat forever digging in the sand, dripping it on his legs, making sand piles… …and running, running, running through the water.
We were joined on the beach by Uncle Chad and some other friends too for some wiffle ball and football.
The next day, Aunt Michelle took Carson fishing.
Here they are sharing a worm. NOT the worm they used for bait.
If I had a nickel for every time I wanted to do this…Again, Sydney watched the fun and has to wait a couple more years to partake.
Trent calls this picture “before it all went horribly wrong.” Trent even gave the BIG water slide a trial run before taking Carson in his lap, but evidently, they just went too fast and lost control a little when they went into the water. Carson ended up going under for a second and was a little traumatized. Yeah for lifejackets! (And plenty of adults around.)
This is the dry slide–also very big! When we went on it together, his leg got off of the burlap sack a little at the end and got burned just a bit. He says to me, very tactfully: “Mom, I’m just gonna go on this with Dad. He has more practice.” I mean, he’s the one that almost let you drown, but WHATEVER!
What is camp without some BUNKS?
Here’s the whole clan, including (far left) Jeremy, Wendy and their little girl Miley. They are kind of adopted bro and sis into our fam. Then there is Chad (Trent’s brother) and wife Jess, Gma, Michelle, Tara (above), the 4 of us and Gpa. It was a great weekend! Sorry for the boring commentary, but I thought the extended fam would get a kick out of the Carson pics.