Moving on. . .
The beach house getaway is a long standing tradition that is fun to continue as we now have children of our own. We always look forward to our Island Thanksgivings every other year. Lots of family. Lots of laughter. Lots of children going bananas. Lots of eating. And not a lot of sleeping (because toddlers). Oh, and I wish I could show you the video of the kids attempting the whip & nae nae on night one. I can't even handle it.
A few pictures of our time in Galveston. . .
Boat rides. . .
The littles kept leaning over the side skimming the water with their nets. . . Insert nervous face here.
This one fell in love with boat riding and anytime she walked by the boat all weekend she would ask in a very loud and energetic voice, "RIDE??? RIDE??? PLEASE!!"
"Mom, you and my lifejacket are squishing my face. . . "
Cutie cousin, Eli . . .
Speaking of nervous face, Camille kept wanting to walk around the front of the boat. You are not even two years old child can you please SIT DOWN while the boat is in motion???
Turkey gingerbread house making. . .
Sweet sisters just hanging out. . .
Fishing. . .
Josiah caught a crab. . . I think the look on my face conveys "This is so cool, Jo, but also kind of nasty."
And because a crab was caught, Uncle B had the idea to make crab cakes. . . farm to table right here folks. . .
And in between all the boating and fishing and crab cake making, there was a lot of just enjoying. . .
Clara getting her trail mix on. . .
Another Island Thanksgiving in the books!
Post from Galveston Thanksgiving 2013