Sand is Grand

We returned yesterday from our El family vacation at Glen Lake, Michigan...despite the lack of sleep, we really had quite a nice time. The days were spent sitting at the lakeside splashing and digging in the sand, and the nights were spent filling Baby m with cold medicine and coaxing him to sleep more than 2 hours at a stretch. We managed to squeeze in a few geocaches, and even a drive through Sleeping Bear Dunes.

E got to play with cousin L and friend A...together they were a pack (a gang, a gaggle?) of running, screaming, giggling girls interrupted only by occasional tantrums and screams of "Mine!" The tantrums got a little worse when L received a princess dress-up set for her birthday. Periodically, E would swipe a ring or a tiara and run away with it, glitter flying everywhere. They did occasionally try to share, like when L dangled her purple feather boa over the balcony and invited E to "Grab it!" E jumped, but couldn't reach it, so L invited her to "Stand on chair!" I guess we need to have a talk about how to share WITHOUT swinging from the rafters.

The beach was lovely, and it only took me one day to get used to the fact that I will never get the sand out of E's hair. She positively loved it, and made sand angels every chance she got. Both E and Baby m enjoyed riding in the paddle boat with daddy...and E returned from one trip with the following information..."Ats a buoy. Is a mark says somethin's dangerous in the water could hurt your foot. You gotta be safe." My little safety monitor repeated this speech to anybody who would listen. I just can't wait til she sees the ocean.