The Boy decided to climb a tree in the backyard. I suppose we need to have a talk about what constitutes a good climbing tree because he chose this one that resembles a pole. And then he got his jeans stuck on some poke-y branch and he couldn't get down. We heard him screaming and Mr. YH turned to me as he went to rescue him and asked, "Do you have the camera?" Parents of the Year.
Of course, he has been back up that same tree a number of times since.
{Sigh.}
The Awana Grand Prix took place. Big Girl wanted a rainbow car. While it looked good, it didn't race so well, but she was a great sport and had a fun time.
Mr. YH had some training down at Hurlburt Field in Florida, so we made it a family vacation. His parents were vacationing in the Daytona area, so they drove over on their way home to MI and stayed the weekend with us. We played putt putt one night.
And then my 73 year old father-in-law had his first CFA sandwich
ever. He was going to order something else and I put my foot down and said he absolutely had to get a classic sandwich or he would miss the entire experience. I sweetened the deal with a coupon. And I insisted he have ice cream, too, much to my kids' delight. This may have been the only American restaurant food I craved while we were overseas. ♥
Back at the condo, we swam in the pool a lot.
We fed the gulls one morning.
We enjoyed pretty sunsets.
We waded and looked for shells.
(I could totally get used to someone
setting up an umbrella and chairs by the water for me each day!)
The kids dug big holes.
We took a break to marvel at the dolphins swimming so close!
Back in the hole...
We drove down the coast a ways to meet up with the Airharts
whom we haven't seen in a year (since they left Ukraine).
Can't believe how big this cutie has gotten!
Tara A. wanted frozen yogurt.
These four were thrilled she did.
The next day, we were back at our umbrella
to build sand castles,
and play in the water.
On our way home, we stopped at the USS Alabama.
Back home, we enjoyed beautiful spring weather & Mr.YH's day off
at the base batting cages.
Baby Girl might see success if she opened her eyes.
This little guy has taken to baseball.
Not to be left out.
STUD: all mine.
I was not quite prepared (read dressed) to swing the bat,
but they talked goaded me into it.
For the record, I think I solidly hit 8 of the 10 balls.
{I suspect Mr. YH was expecting fodder for laughs, but he was duly impressed seeing me hit for the first time in our 12 years of wedded bliss. A little mystery is good for a marriage, right?!}
I suppose you could say
March went out like a lion leopard.
