On Fridays this summer, I've been attending our "Titus 2" group at church. It is a mixture of women from our church and in the community both young and old. Some with babies and some with grown children and grandchildren of their own. It has been such a blessing to me. We've had a wonderful time of sharing, laughing, learning, crying and getting to know one another a little bit better. Each week a different person shares a brief devotional.
A few weeks ago, someone shared an essay based on poem titled "Grandma's Apron". Afterwards, we all took turns sharing about our own grandmothers and what we learned from them. It was so fun to think about something I hadn't thought about in so long. (I have to laugh because I know I have a few aprons, but I've never really worn them. Maybe I should start.)
Grandma's Apron
I don't think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears…
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables.
After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men-folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
REMEMBER:
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.
Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I never caught anything from an apron…But Love. (Author Unknown)
Both of my grandmothers have passed away, but I do remember that they both wore aprons like the ones in the poem. My mom wore one too. One day soon when I have more time Kevin and I both need to write about our grandmothers on the blog so Fletcher and Luke will be able to read about them when they are older.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Different Children
Before I had kids of my own, I always heard parents say that their kids were so different.
Mine are no exception. In fact I looked forward to seeing their personalities develop to see what their similarities and differences might be.
For the most part, Fletcher is a compliant, rules follower and pretty cautious. He is tenderhearted and sometimes overly dramatic when he gets "hurt". He is also very social. He thrives on being around people. Sleeping is not his favorite thing because he has to do that alone. He is a complete morning person to the point that we had to put a clock in his room and tell him that he cannot come out until 7:00 am. Otherwise, he'd bound out of bed at 6:00 or even earlier asking me to make him some breakfast.
On the other hand, Luke sees rules as mere suggestions. To him "pick up your toys now" means "pick up your toys if you feel like it sometime in the next week or so, but if you don't, don't worry about it." He isn't cautious about anything. But if he falls and hurts himself being a daredevil, he just gets right back up and keeps going. He likes people ok, but if several kids are here, he is fine playing by himself in his room.
Luke is NOT a morning person and I get that completely because I'm not a morning person either. This is a typical morning or after nap scenario with him. Sometimes he sleeps as late as 7:30 or 8:30 am.
Mom: (going into his room): Hey buddy! Good morning!
Luke: (putting Rocky over his eyes to shield the light) I not done seepin'
Mom: Did you have good night-night sleeps?
Luke: No. I not done. Come seep wif me.
Mom: (So I lay down with him for a minute)
Luke: You wanna sniff? (he goes to sleep by sniffing his stuffed dog Rocky's tail - weird, I know)
Mom: Sure
Luke: (He lets me sniff, then he takes a sniff) You need some covers?
Mom: Sure. Ok, ready to go potty?
Luke: Not yet.
Mom: (so we lay there a little longer - I have to consciously try not to fall back asleep because I sure could)
Mom: How about now?
Luke: Yeah, I done seepin'
Then we start our day. Sometimes it takes him awhile to get in a good mood. Tuesday morning he was so grumpy I asked if he needed to go lay back down and he did! For about 10 more minutes. Then he came out of his room all happy and ready to eat breakfast.
Mine are no exception. In fact I looked forward to seeing their personalities develop to see what their similarities and differences might be.
For the most part, Fletcher is a compliant, rules follower and pretty cautious. He is tenderhearted and sometimes overly dramatic when he gets "hurt". He is also very social. He thrives on being around people. Sleeping is not his favorite thing because he has to do that alone. He is a complete morning person to the point that we had to put a clock in his room and tell him that he cannot come out until 7:00 am. Otherwise, he'd bound out of bed at 6:00 or even earlier asking me to make him some breakfast.
On the other hand, Luke sees rules as mere suggestions. To him "pick up your toys now" means "pick up your toys if you feel like it sometime in the next week or so, but if you don't, don't worry about it." He isn't cautious about anything. But if he falls and hurts himself being a daredevil, he just gets right back up and keeps going. He likes people ok, but if several kids are here, he is fine playing by himself in his room.
Luke is NOT a morning person and I get that completely because I'm not a morning person either. This is a typical morning or after nap scenario with him. Sometimes he sleeps as late as 7:30 or 8:30 am.
Mom: (going into his room): Hey buddy! Good morning!
Luke: (putting Rocky over his eyes to shield the light) I not done seepin'
Mom: Did you have good night-night sleeps?
Luke: No. I not done. Come seep wif me.
Mom: (So I lay down with him for a minute)
Luke: You wanna sniff? (he goes to sleep by sniffing his stuffed dog Rocky's tail - weird, I know)
Mom: Sure
Luke: (He lets me sniff, then he takes a sniff) You need some covers?
Mom: Sure. Ok, ready to go potty?
Luke: Not yet.
Mom: (so we lay there a little longer - I have to consciously try not to fall back asleep because I sure could)
Mom: How about now?
Luke: Yeah, I done seepin'
Then we start our day. Sometimes it takes him awhile to get in a good mood. Tuesday morning he was so grumpy I asked if he needed to go lay back down and he did! For about 10 more minutes. Then he came out of his room all happy and ready to eat breakfast.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Target Randomness
Sunday afternoon I went to Target to pick up a few things. Typically, when the boys are with me I am paying attention to them and don't have much time to pay attention to what other shoppers are doing.
Sunday I was alone.
Sunday I walked through the aisles of Target like I was in a fine art museum. The aisles I wanted to walk down with no one asking me questions or wanting a snack or getting into each others' personal space. It was pure bliss! Until I had to lift the 40 lb. bag of dog food into my cart. Then I was really wishing Kevin was there with me and I was jolted back into reality.
As I was strolling along I came across two unusual sites.
First, in the "household cleaning" section I noticed what appeared to be an unoccupied cart with someone's purse in it. Ever since a friend of mine had her purse stolen from her cart when she wasn't looking, I've always been somewhat paranoid when I see other people leaving their purses unattended. Then I looked down and noticed a woman sitting on the floor wedged between her cart and the aisle. She was a small woman. She was holding a bottle of Drain-O and intently reading the label. Immediately, I thought of that movie Sixth Sense where the older sister was poisoning the younger sister with Drain-O. Wasn't that the right movie? Or am I thinking of a Lifetime movie special? (We no longer get that channel and Kevin is so thankful.) I concocted a story in my head (see what happens when I go to Target with no kids to distract me) about this tiny woman who was trying to poison someone. When in reality, she probably had a clogged drain and was at Target without her kids trying to make sure that the product she bought would actually work on her clog.
Second, as I walked through the cosmetics section I noticed what looked like an 11 or 12 year old girl sitting on the floor. What is with people sitting on the floor in Target? I mean, I know Target is pretty clean and all, but I still wouldn't sit on the floor. Because I am nosey and because I was without kids (just how many times can I mention that), I walked closer pretending to browse. Little Missy was opening various bottles of fingernail polish and painting her fingernails.....and her toenails. Like she was at her BFF's 7th grade sleepover/spa party! I couldn't believe it. I continued to browse because I was looking for a new makeup bag to replace the one I've had for 15 years and she continued to paint. The former teacher in me wanted to go over and say, "You know, you really aren't supposed to open all those bottles and paint your fingers and toes without buying the polish." And here's the kicker ---- her mom came around the corner and said, "Ok, I think we are ready to go. How do they look?.... Oh, that's cute. C'mon let's go." The girl puts the polish back so obviously she isn't buying any. And she and the lady walk away. Really? You are essentially letting your daughter steal nail polish from Target and you are affirming her? If that would have been my mom and if I would have had the nerve to do that (big "if" because I was a big chicken), she would not have said, "That's cute." She would have snatched me bald headed in the middle of the store and probably spanked me too. Now maybe it wasn't her mom and I might not know the full story. But that adult in her life had the opportunity to teach that girl a lesson, but she opted not to.
It made me realize how hard it is going to be for Fletcher and Luke to discern right from wrong and make good choices when others around them AND THEIR PARENTS won't always set a great example to follow. I pray that we look to God for guidance in parenting them and that we "watch our life and our doctrine closely" (1 Tim. 4:16) because I know they are paying attention.
Next time, the boys are coming with me. I need two little distractions.
Sunday I was alone.
Sunday I walked through the aisles of Target like I was in a fine art museum. The aisles I wanted to walk down with no one asking me questions or wanting a snack or getting into each others' personal space. It was pure bliss! Until I had to lift the 40 lb. bag of dog food into my cart. Then I was really wishing Kevin was there with me and I was jolted back into reality.
As I was strolling along I came across two unusual sites.
First, in the "household cleaning" section I noticed what appeared to be an unoccupied cart with someone's purse in it. Ever since a friend of mine had her purse stolen from her cart when she wasn't looking, I've always been somewhat paranoid when I see other people leaving their purses unattended. Then I looked down and noticed a woman sitting on the floor wedged between her cart and the aisle. She was a small woman. She was holding a bottle of Drain-O and intently reading the label. Immediately, I thought of that movie Sixth Sense where the older sister was poisoning the younger sister with Drain-O. Wasn't that the right movie? Or am I thinking of a Lifetime movie special? (We no longer get that channel and Kevin is so thankful.) I concocted a story in my head (see what happens when I go to Target with no kids to distract me) about this tiny woman who was trying to poison someone. When in reality, she probably had a clogged drain and was at Target without her kids trying to make sure that the product she bought would actually work on her clog.
Second, as I walked through the cosmetics section I noticed what looked like an 11 or 12 year old girl sitting on the floor. What is with people sitting on the floor in Target? I mean, I know Target is pretty clean and all, but I still wouldn't sit on the floor. Because I am nosey and because I was without kids (just how many times can I mention that), I walked closer pretending to browse. Little Missy was opening various bottles of fingernail polish and painting her fingernails.....and her toenails. Like she was at her BFF's 7th grade sleepover/spa party! I couldn't believe it. I continued to browse because I was looking for a new makeup bag to replace the one I've had for 15 years and she continued to paint. The former teacher in me wanted to go over and say, "You know, you really aren't supposed to open all those bottles and paint your fingers and toes without buying the polish." And here's the kicker ---- her mom came around the corner and said, "Ok, I think we are ready to go. How do they look?.... Oh, that's cute. C'mon let's go." The girl puts the polish back so obviously she isn't buying any. And she and the lady walk away. Really? You are essentially letting your daughter steal nail polish from Target and you are affirming her? If that would have been my mom and if I would have had the nerve to do that (big "if" because I was a big chicken), she would not have said, "That's cute." She would have snatched me bald headed in the middle of the store and probably spanked me too. Now maybe it wasn't her mom and I might not know the full story. But that adult in her life had the opportunity to teach that girl a lesson, but she opted not to.
It made me realize how hard it is going to be for Fletcher and Luke to discern right from wrong and make good choices when others around them AND THEIR PARENTS won't always set a great example to follow. I pray that we look to God for guidance in parenting them and that we "watch our life and our doctrine closely" (1 Tim. 4:16) because I know they are paying attention.
Next time, the boys are coming with me. I need two little distractions.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Overheard
My sister-in-law Stacie (whose kids are 12 and 10) once told me that when I start the carpool stage with kids I can learn a whole lot if I just turn the radio down and drive and listen. Well, we are just getting into the carpool phase where I take Fletcher and a friend to school or the movies or to a birthday party.
My friend Jen took her son Noah and Fletcher to a birthday party this weekend. Jen called me later with the following "overheard" stories.
They got on the subject of presents and Fletcher started listing off his Christmas wish list. The conversation went a little like this:
Fletcher: I want a jet pack**. (I have no idea where he saw, heard or read about a jet pack and it's capabilities).
Noah: A play one?
Fletcher: No a real one.
Noah: (in a very, very serious tone) Well, you better listen to your mommy and daddy's instructions carefully about how to work it because it could be dangerous.
Then they got on the subject of Sadie and what we do with her when we go on vacation. Since we now have several kids in our neighborhood who are at the right age to dog sit, we just have one of them come over instead of putting Sadie in the kennel.
Fletcher: Sadie tries to climb over the seat when she's in the car on vacation with us.
Mrs. Jen: Sadie goes on vacation with you? I thought Daniel (one of the neighbor kids) came over to take care of her.
Fletcher: Daniel doesn't work for Sadie anymore. Shannon and Ariana do.
Who knew Sadie had peeps on her payroll!
**This was our conversation regarding the jet pack earlier in the week:
Fletcher: Mom, I want a jet pack for Christmas.
Mom: Oh, I don't know. Those things are probably very expensive.
Fletcher: But Mom, when Santa and the elves make them, they're free!
How can I argue with that logic?
My friend Jen took her son Noah and Fletcher to a birthday party this weekend. Jen called me later with the following "overheard" stories.
They got on the subject of presents and Fletcher started listing off his Christmas wish list. The conversation went a little like this:
Fletcher: I want a jet pack**. (I have no idea where he saw, heard or read about a jet pack and it's capabilities).
Noah: A play one?
Fletcher: No a real one.
Noah: (in a very, very serious tone) Well, you better listen to your mommy and daddy's instructions carefully about how to work it because it could be dangerous.
Then they got on the subject of Sadie and what we do with her when we go on vacation. Since we now have several kids in our neighborhood who are at the right age to dog sit, we just have one of them come over instead of putting Sadie in the kennel.
Fletcher: Sadie tries to climb over the seat when she's in the car on vacation with us.
Mrs. Jen: Sadie goes on vacation with you? I thought Daniel (one of the neighbor kids) came over to take care of her.
Fletcher: Daniel doesn't work for Sadie anymore. Shannon and Ariana do.
Who knew Sadie had peeps on her payroll!
**This was our conversation regarding the jet pack earlier in the week:
Fletcher: Mom, I want a jet pack for Christmas.
Mom: Oh, I don't know. Those things are probably very expensive.
Fletcher: But Mom, when Santa and the elves make them, they're free!
How can I argue with that logic?
Friday, August 6, 2010
Split Second
First, let me emphasize: Luke is perfectly fine.
We had a little scare while we were on vacation. I hesitated to write about it for several reasons, but I decided to do it because it just serves as a good reminder to all of us how quickly things can happen with kids and how amazing God is.
Remember the popsicles on the porch picture from yesterday's post? Right after that, the kids decided they wanted to go swimming at the pool. We were back at the condo in Litchfield. There were three families there - ours, Tucker's and Emmaline's. There was a flurry of activity of kids trying to find swimsuits and flip flops and waterguns and moms trying to find dry towels. Some stuff had been left in the car after the morning at Pawley's Island so there were a few trips down to the car to retrieve lost shoes and pool toys. It was a chaotic several minutes.
I thought Luke was with Kevin. Kevin thought Luke was with me. Where was Luke? It is a horrible feeling especially when a pool is involved. He had gone to the pool with Emmaline's dad (Shaun) and their kids. Shaun didn't know that Luke doesn't know how to swim without his floatie. How long had they been gone? Not sure.
Kevin ran to the pool which thankfully was just down the sidewalk. Our daredevil child, Luke, had jumped in without his floatie while Shaun had his back turned putting sunscreen on his kids. My hands are shaking just typing these sentences. I didn't think Luke would get in the pool without us there. I was so very wrong. Thank the Lord a stranger (an older grandfather type) was in the pool and saw that it looked like Luke was having trouble. He pulled Luke out and set him on the side of the pool. We think this was about the time Kevin got there. We didn't fully realize everything that had happened - like how long he was under or how long he struggled until the gentlemen said something about it later. It is so hard to put into words the absolutely terrifying feeling of "what if". Luke still wanted to swim with his floatie so we let him.**
Of course, we had several conversations with him about how he is only supposed to go in the water if Mommy or Daddy is with him. Fast forward a few hours. He starts complaining that his tummy hurts. I vaguely recall reading about something called dry drowning or secondary drowning(where a person "drowns" from fluid in his lungs long after being in the water like later at night when he is sleeping). Since we hadn't been there and didn't know how long he had been under or how much water he had taken in (Shaun hadn't seen any of it either), we decided to take him to Urgent Care. It might have been overeacting, but there was no way I could let him go to sleep knowing that there might be something wrong. The doctor looked him over and took a chest xray. Everything checked out ok and we went back to the beach house.
It was later that night that I had a complete freak out meltdown knowing that things could have ended very differently for our family that afternoon. This was only Tuesday and we were supposed to stay through Friday. I was ready to pack up and go home, but we stayed anyway.
The Friday before we left for vacation I did a devotion for a Titus 2 women's group that I go to at our church. I talked about Hagar in Genesis 16. It is a great story if you've never read it. At that place, she gave God the name "El Roi" which means "the God who sees me". We talked about how God sees us when we are sad or lonely or frustrated or even happy. I am so thankful that God sees my son and can take care of him and provide angels to protect him (in the form of a grandfather at a resort pool).
This whole situation reminded me that life is so fragile and that I'm not perfect. No matter how hard I try to protect my children and watch my children and take care of my children, I still mess up. I've beaten myself up a million times since this happened and God keeps reminding me that He can take care of my boys so much better than I can.
**Because he still wants to go to the pool and swim and jump in and put his face in the water and isn't acting any differently than before our trip, we're thinking (hoping and praying) it must not have scared him or that possibly the man pulled him out so quickly Luke didn't really have time to panic. Either way, he's signed up to take a few swimming lessons in a few weeks. The focus will be water safety.
We had a little scare while we were on vacation. I hesitated to write about it for several reasons, but I decided to do it because it just serves as a good reminder to all of us how quickly things can happen with kids and how amazing God is.
Remember the popsicles on the porch picture from yesterday's post? Right after that, the kids decided they wanted to go swimming at the pool. We were back at the condo in Litchfield. There were three families there - ours, Tucker's and Emmaline's. There was a flurry of activity of kids trying to find swimsuits and flip flops and waterguns and moms trying to find dry towels. Some stuff had been left in the car after the morning at Pawley's Island so there were a few trips down to the car to retrieve lost shoes and pool toys. It was a chaotic several minutes.
I thought Luke was with Kevin. Kevin thought Luke was with me. Where was Luke? It is a horrible feeling especially when a pool is involved. He had gone to the pool with Emmaline's dad (Shaun) and their kids. Shaun didn't know that Luke doesn't know how to swim without his floatie. How long had they been gone? Not sure.
Kevin ran to the pool which thankfully was just down the sidewalk. Our daredevil child, Luke, had jumped in without his floatie while Shaun had his back turned putting sunscreen on his kids. My hands are shaking just typing these sentences. I didn't think Luke would get in the pool without us there. I was so very wrong. Thank the Lord a stranger (an older grandfather type) was in the pool and saw that it looked like Luke was having trouble. He pulled Luke out and set him on the side of the pool. We think this was about the time Kevin got there. We didn't fully realize everything that had happened - like how long he was under or how long he struggled until the gentlemen said something about it later. It is so hard to put into words the absolutely terrifying feeling of "what if". Luke still wanted to swim with his floatie so we let him.**
Of course, we had several conversations with him about how he is only supposed to go in the water if Mommy or Daddy is with him. Fast forward a few hours. He starts complaining that his tummy hurts. I vaguely recall reading about something called dry drowning or secondary drowning(where a person "drowns" from fluid in his lungs long after being in the water like later at night when he is sleeping). Since we hadn't been there and didn't know how long he had been under or how much water he had taken in (Shaun hadn't seen any of it either), we decided to take him to Urgent Care. It might have been overeacting, but there was no way I could let him go to sleep knowing that there might be something wrong. The doctor looked him over and took a chest xray. Everything checked out ok and we went back to the beach house.
It was later that night that I had a complete freak out meltdown knowing that things could have ended very differently for our family that afternoon. This was only Tuesday and we were supposed to stay through Friday. I was ready to pack up and go home, but we stayed anyway.
The Friday before we left for vacation I did a devotion for a Titus 2 women's group that I go to at our church. I talked about Hagar in Genesis 16. It is a great story if you've never read it. At that place, she gave God the name "El Roi" which means "the God who sees me". We talked about how God sees us when we are sad or lonely or frustrated or even happy. I am so thankful that God sees my son and can take care of him and provide angels to protect him (in the form of a grandfather at a resort pool).
This whole situation reminded me that life is so fragile and that I'm not perfect. No matter how hard I try to protect my children and watch my children and take care of my children, I still mess up. I've beaten myself up a million times since this happened and God keeps reminding me that He can take care of my boys so much better than I can.
**Because he still wants to go to the pool and swim and jump in and put his face in the water and isn't acting any differently than before our trip, we're thinking (hoping and praying) it must not have scared him or that possibly the man pulled him out so quickly Luke didn't really have time to panic. Either way, he's signed up to take a few swimming lessons in a few weeks. The focus will be water safety.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Pawley's Island
While we were at the beach, we found out that some of our friends from Fletcher's school were going to be at Litchfield Beach right down the road. We decided to all head to a place called Pawley's Island to do some exploring.
During low tide, a shallow inlet is created and lots of ocean creatures are left behind (until high tide). It's hard to tell from this picture, but this is the shallow area and the beach and ocean are to the right.
Kevin found a starfish. Note that Luke is still carrying around that purple shovel.
Here's the starfish again. Fletcher also found a hermit crab.
Here's Fletcher and his buddy Tucker doing more exploring. They also found a giant horseshoe crab, but I didn't get a picture of that. There were a few fishlike creatures with wings. We weren't sure what those might be.
These are fiddler crabs. They all had two claws, but the larger one was white. It looked like they were all waving at us. Luke had fun chasing them back into their little holes.
Family photo. Pawley's is really a beautiful island.
Time to take a break and get a snack.
These are all of the kids of the families that were there. We didn't tell any of the kids that the rest of their friends would be there. We just all showed up in the parking lot at the same time. They were so surprised and excited!
Silly faces.
Good friends. The sweet little girl in the middle is named Emmaline. She was in Fletcher's 4 year old class in preschool and in the other kindergarten class this past year. Fletcher gets a little flustered when we mention her name. I think he might have a little crush on her.
Popsicles on the porch.
During low tide, a shallow inlet is created and lots of ocean creatures are left behind (until high tide). It's hard to tell from this picture, but this is the shallow area and the beach and ocean are to the right.
Kevin found a starfish. Note that Luke is still carrying around that purple shovel.
Here's the starfish again. Fletcher also found a hermit crab.
Here's Fletcher and his buddy Tucker doing more exploring. They also found a giant horseshoe crab, but I didn't get a picture of that. There were a few fishlike creatures with wings. We weren't sure what those might be. 
These are fiddler crabs. They all had two claws, but the larger one was white. It looked like they were all waving at us. Luke had fun chasing them back into their little holes. 
Family photo. Pawley's is really a beautiful island.
Time to take a break and get a snack. 
These are all of the kids of the families that were there. We didn't tell any of the kids that the rest of their friends would be there. We just all showed up in the parking lot at the same time. They were so surprised and excited!
Silly faces.
Good friends. The sweet little girl in the middle is named Emmaline. She was in Fletcher's 4 year old class in preschool and in the other kindergarten class this past year. Fletcher gets a little flustered when we mention her name. I think he might have a little crush on her. 
Popsicles on the porch. 
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Some Things Should Be Left To The Professionals
We decided not to lug Kevin's big camera to the beach. We thought we would take a few pictures with my little point and shoot. This is our documentation to our children that we at least attempted to take family photos while we were on vacation. Someday we will hire a professional, but for now, these will have to do. (Can you tell I'm tired of the white shirt/khaki/jeans standard beach photo? But I'm too chicken to go too far off the norm.)
Windy? Yes.
Fletcher took this one. At this angle, Kevin looks freakishly huge.
We finally asked a random stranger to take a group shot. I wanted her to take several or 18, but she looked like she wasn't too comfortable just taking one.
Windy? Yes.
Fletcher took this one. At this angle, Kevin looks freakishly huge. 
We finally asked a random stranger to take a group shot. I wanted her to take several or 18, but she looked like she wasn't too comfortable just taking one. 
So there you have it....Beach Photos 2010.
But wait....there's more. Tomorrow you get to see our pics from our adventure to Pawley's Island.
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