We're at "da beets," as Campbell calls it, and a great time is being had by all, thank the baby jeebus.
We're sharing a big house on right on the dunes of S. Padre Island with four other families. It's our sixth summer staying here, and it's the best trip yet.
Last night was wonderful. The weather was perfect, and all the dads worked together to cook up a mess of shrimp and fish on the grill. All the grown-ups ate seafood and chatted while the kids gobbled hot dogs. Once the kids finished their dinner, they headed down to the beach to play some very complicated game that seemed to mostly involve lots of screaming and running around.
Eventually the dads sauntered down, beers in hand, to supervise the kids on a walk down the beach. By the time they returned, most of the kids had transitioned from walking in the waves to full-on swimming and were soaked to the skin. Campbell, with B's help, had shucked all his clothes and gone skinny dipping.
Everyone trooped up to the house and showered outside, which the giggly 8-year-olds thought was just about the best thing ever.
My big three were so tuckered out from the day of fun that they were asleep almost instantly, putting an end to Ella's plan to stay up all night with one of her co-conspirators, who had also fallen asleep.
After the kids were abed, some of the adults chatted while the others played poker on the back deck. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day.