We’re having a great time. I have a wicked summer cold that I can’t seem to kick. Sometimes the boys get whiny because we’re all in close quarters. But, man, we’re having a great time. As usual, it’s one of the highlights of our year. This week will likely just be a quick picture or two when I escape to work via wifi at McDonald’s.

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I had wanted to write a big long post about the pros and cons of our vacation. I’m not, however, back into “real world” mode just yet. In fact, I’m kind of sullen and melancholy about the fact that we’re home. It’s not that I didn’t miss being home. But I miss the ocean. And pictures like these, taken our last night during a walk on the beach.

BigBrother is Happy

Investigating

Sunset

Sunset

I promise to write something legitimate tomorrow. For now, I’ll probably curl up and read Good Night Beach to the boys before their nap for the hundred thousandth time. I still have photos to upload. Things to put away. (And a free 8×8 photobook to make over at Shutterfly before August 26th. Run!) We’re trying to find our routine again. While we didn’t stray too far from naps or bedtime, it’s still hard to adjust. They want the beach. And so do I.

I miss it. 51 weeks is a long time to wait whether you’re two or four or twenty-eight.

I should be packing up suitcases while the boys are napping. We’re leaving for home tomorrow morning. However, I’m sitting here with the deck door open, editing some photos while the wind flows through the beach house. The rest of the family, minus our exhausted boys, are braving the beaches. The waves are up and advisories for high surf and rip currents are out due to the churning of Hurricane Bill out in the Atlantic. We’re safe and, likely, everyone is sitting in their beach chairs under the umbrellas, drinking something cold.

This year we stayed further west on the island of Emerald Isle than in previous years. In fact, we’re about as far west as you can get, a few blocks from the tip of the island where the sound meets the ocean. If you look at a satellite view, the beach is very wide around the tip of the island… when it’s not all eroded. In the past three weeks, much of the sand has been washed away, exposing some old sandbags and causing concern for six houses on the very tip of the island. For us, it made a great tidal pool at high tide, allowing the boys to swim and play without the threat of current and waves. For the owners, I’m sure it has been a scary time. One beach access at The Point was entirely washed away this morning. I shot some pics of what’s going on.

High Tide

That fisherman is standing in what is normally the beach.

Sandbags

Sandbags around the end of the point protecting six houses.

This Used to be a Walkway

This used to be the walkway. It’s gone and it would just lead to water now.

Moving Sand Around

A sign of what’s been going on.

This Used to be Beach

This is not normally the ocean. It’s normally sand.

Splash

Crashing the sandbags.

They’re actually hoping that the surge brought about by the presence of Hurricane Bill out in the Atlantic will redeposit some sand on the beach. While I’m not a native, I hope the same thing for those who are probably filled with worry about their homes, their beach and their city. While the North Carolina coast is no longer in the projected path of the hurricane, I can tell you that high tide was much higher than normal last night, pushing water on our part of the beach clear up to the dunes. The waves started to get rough yesterday as well, sending BigBrother for a loopdie-loop, flip-flop that had him coughing and sputtering and me running to catch him. It was very Baywatch but less sexy. At least we didn’t have sharks at the same time.

To be honest, while the weather forecast as of last Thursday (before we left) was pretty grim, we’ve had perfect weather. Every year, our vacation weather seems quite similar. Great beach action all week until our last day (Friday) when the waves seem to be a bit too rough for the smallest of the beach goers. It served us well, however, as we got to visit the NC Aquarium at Pine Knoll Shores. We had been waiting for a rainy day to waste looking at fish but the rain never fell from the sunny blue sky. So, a “too rough” day served us well. Also, we’re kind of exhausted. More on that next week when I give you the pros, cons and other “intimate” details of our vacation. As for the aquarium, I forgot my camera. It’s good we took four cameras (or, really, six) with us as I was able to at least get a few decent shots with BigBrother’s camera. See? There’s a method to my madness.

I really should go pack. While BigBrother does miss his Caterpillar Bed, it’s always so hard to say goodbye to the ocean for another year. We’re really lucky to have had another fabulous vacation together.

We’re on vacation. While the word itself sounds like it should be relaxing and peaceful, it’s really not all that relaxing and peaceful. It’s not bad, of course. But it is busy and chaotic and rather noisy with these two boys in tow. I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Though I would be able to sleep past 7:00am in an ideal vacation. I mean, seriously. 6:00am is not my friend.)

But there have been moments of peace. Moments of quiet. Moments of beauty. In between the noise and the chaos and the sand and the noise and the mess and did I mention the noise? I am thankful for all of the moments. Or, most of them. You know, that one time I ran into the end of the bed with my thigh three times and now have a huge bruise… I didn’t love those moments.

But there has been peace.

Waves of Peace
Waves of Peace.

Reflections of Peace
Reflections of Peace.

Together
Peaceful Together.

I should now get back to my noisy day. If you want to see more peace, you should hit up the You Capture challenge for this week. Next week’s challenge is: food. I wish I would have known that last night at dinner! Mmm.

Off to see if I can capture some more peace today. Doubtful. (It’s family picture day.)

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