The End of Summer

We thought we would conclude summer on a high note with one last trip to the beach with my in-laws. So, given the advent of October and all things fall plus the inclement Florida weather we literally and metaphorically soaked up every minute of sunshine!

Tingu enjoyed showing his grandparents around his town which after just a weekend away was luxuriously familiar.

The one on the right is B, no left, no..right - yup, that's my hubby. I am sure of it!

The water was wild and lush and just felt so darn good.

Tings and Hunie lost a little red train off the condo balcony. Before we had time to figure out what happened, our little three year old explorer donned his backpack,slipped his flips-flops on the wrong feet and  ran down the stairwell in his Christmas pajamas yelling that he would 'return to safety' after he rescued Hunie's train. Huns, in the meantime, was just running back and forth on the landing shouting...oh, wait, that is what he is usually doing!

Ecstatic from finding the train after it's perilous four story fall into a palm tree planter.

The safari obsession lives strong as Tingu's African animals venture into new lands.

 Sir Hunie took to the pool ready for an epic joust :

The strategies were complex and the stakes high - pitting brother against brother and father against son.

B, now almost fully Americanized, brings us back to the 21st century - demonstrating rodeo moves on an inflatable, miniature horse. That's my man!

The horses were rather feisty and their subsequent taming resulted in a leg that had to be later amputated ...

Sandcrabs (and the bigger versions) were caught, investing/cashing-in on gold was hotly debated, and board games ended in the usual debacle (Gigi, for 42 points, please verify that 'Elfwyn' is a word in Welsh). Ms. Polly and her sick, sick dolly are forever engraved into our memories and plans were made to continue the lovely madness in December. Look forward to seeing you guys on your side of the pond very soon!