The next day was a bit dreary but we headed to the beach anyways. The kids played in the sand and Beatrice collected seashells and rocks.
The moms left in the p.m. and we hung around. I think we ate more oysters.
Friday was cloudy and cool so we took our annual pilgrimage to Provincetown. Kind of blah this year, nothing jaw-dropping to report. Oh, well there was one noteworthy moment. At the end of the day, Dave and I were walking a couple paces behind Cory who was pushing the double stroller. Two (presumably) gay men walked by Cory and one commented after passing, "Let's hope he's the babysitter." Eyes off the prize, boys, that's my man, not the 'manny.'Saturday was checkout day. We cleaned up, packed the cars, and and headed off to the beach for one last time. We frolicked in the sand and surf and ate cupcakes. It doesn't get much better than that.
I will officially go on record and say "A good time was had by all."* However, I don't think any of us would report that vacation was restful. The kids woke up at 5:30 every morning and although they were champs with their naps, their waking hours were filled with non-stop action. We project that next year will be easier as they will be a bit older and more self-sufficient. We'll keep our fingers crossed.