Summer: Fri., 8/2 (Cape May)
Our last beach day, and it was a great one. We did our usual routine to get our stuff to Cove Beach in the morning, and we spent the entire day there until 5pm. For lunch we bought sandwiches at the Cove Restaurant and ate under our canopy. The kids played paddle ball, played with their surfer people, boogie boarded, read Berenstain Bears books, and looked for shells. Greta's main focus today was shells, and she collected an enormous bag of them to bring home. We all went on a long shell and pebble hunt at the end of the afternoon, when the tide was very low.
Andrew and I beat our paddle ball record of the week today and got 72.
We rode bikes home, and then Molly and Jeremy rode with the three kids around the neighborhood while the rest of us pulled all the leftovers out of the fridge and heated everything up. We had a ton of food left, but this dinner used up all or most of everything. Then we walked for ice cream one last time at Kohr Brothers, and Molly bought the kids some fudge at Fudge Kitchen.
While we were eating our ice cream on the Washington Mall, Jeremy and the kids pretended they were statues in areas of high pedestrian traffic.
We had one new unusual activity today, which began on the beach: rapping. Jeremy called up a rap beat on his phone and Molly and I took turns rapping on different subjects. On the beach, the subject was shopping in a grocery store. Later, on the porch, when the kids were in bed, we rapped about packing the car after a beach vacation, taking a vegan to a crab restaurant, and Jeremy coming to his first family vacation with us (the rap began with us intoning "STRANGER" and "NEWCOMER"). Then Molly sang a moving song about running out of breakfast foods on the last day of vacation, with the exception of one lone half gallon of skim milk, a song she called "Beach Milk." We were in tears.
Then we began the work of packing up for our departure tomorrow. It was a perfect final day.
Andrew and I beat our paddle ball record of the week today and got 72.
We rode bikes home, and then Molly and Jeremy rode with the three kids around the neighborhood while the rest of us pulled all the leftovers out of the fridge and heated everything up. We had a ton of food left, but this dinner used up all or most of everything. Then we walked for ice cream one last time at Kohr Brothers, and Molly bought the kids some fudge at Fudge Kitchen.
While we were eating our ice cream on the Washington Mall, Jeremy and the kids pretended they were statues in areas of high pedestrian traffic.
We had one new unusual activity today, which began on the beach: rapping. Jeremy called up a rap beat on his phone and Molly and I took turns rapping on different subjects. On the beach, the subject was shopping in a grocery store. Later, on the porch, when the kids were in bed, we rapped about packing the car after a beach vacation, taking a vegan to a crab restaurant, and Jeremy coming to his first family vacation with us (the rap began with us intoning "STRANGER" and "NEWCOMER"). Then Molly sang a moving song about running out of breakfast foods on the last day of vacation, with the exception of one lone half gallon of skim milk, a song she called "Beach Milk." We were in tears.
Then we began the work of packing up for our departure tomorrow. It was a perfect final day.
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