And again . . .

For the past 10+ years, my family, my parents, my brother and my sister and her family have been getting together every two years and staying at a house on the beach for a week or two.  This is one of the ON years.  We leave next Sunday for two glorious weeks. Fourteen of us basking and surfing and eating and reading and laughing.  I can barely stand the wait!!!!


This is the first year we haven’t been able to pass any of the kids off as 1/2 people.  We ended up renting a HUGE house.  (I promise lots of pictures.)  I was worried about Scout, though.  Mike, my brother and my dad will split duties at the warehouse so someone was available to watch her during our visit, but she’s so old and weird.  


I emailed the house owner with details about Scout and in a final fling for mercy, I included her cone-of-shame pictures.  Though the owners normally only allow dogs up to 18 lbs, they caved and Scout will be joining us for vacation.  Cross your fingers the ocean doesn’t totally freak her out.  


As I’ve been making lists and putting together supplies and more lists, I started thinking back on the first beach vacation we took as an extended family.  I remember loading Ian and Tim into the car to pick Danny up from kindergarten.  It was a big deal that I drove through and got them Happy Meals before heading to the beach (Mike was working and drove out to the beach after his shift at Chili’s was over around midnight).  I was grumpy and tired and out of sorts.  


We arrived to find my parents and my sister, her husband and their cherubic baby boy in a totally white penthouse overlooking the beach.  I immediately banished my 5,5, and 6 year olds to the balcony outside with strict instructions to touch NOTHING.  NOT ONE THING for the whole week.  I was really grumpy.  


We had so much fun.  Most of our time was spent outside and it was easy enough to dip all the kids in the pool before heading upstairs to our white “palace.”  Jamie, my cherubic nephew, enjoyed sitting in a bucket full of water while the older boys ran back and forth entertaining him.  


About two weeks after we got home from the beach, it occurred to me, I might be pregnant and sure enough . . . that would explain the grumpiness.  I’m pretty sure that was the summer my brother perfected his margarita recipe.  We’re all thankful that Andy did not come out as a pickle.  


Anyway, we’re doing it again this year.  This year Danny turns 18.  It could possibly be his last vacation as a “kid” with the whole gang.  Ian and Tim aren’t far behind.  Bittersweet.  Jamie is now 12 and no longer fits in a bucket.  He has a brother and sister who are also too big for buckets.  Should be an interesting vacation.



5 thoughts on “And again . . .

  1. A vacation with my extended family would be called a nightmare. 🙂

    I am jealous that you have such a great time with your family! Enjoy the beach!

  2. Ah, that sounds lovely. I was just at the beach with my pile of family last week. So relaxing just to be on the beach. Except for the stifling heat and the bi-plane sized mosquitos.

  3. I'm glad you love your extended family enough to vacation with them. We think of vacation as when one set of parents (either mine or Mom #2's) goes out of town for a week or two, LOL.

    Sound great. I LOVE the beach. Have fun!

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