A Whole Hand!

I promise to do a post with actual writing soon, but in the meantime, this very informative picture will have to do.

I can't believe he's really five! He already looks more grown up than he did on Sunday.

Sunday at Sandy Point

After a whirlwind week/weekend of (out of town) car trouble and tons of fun, we threw the boat in on Sunday and headed out to Sandy Point. It was, after all, Reeves and Bryant's birthday weekend, so we just had to do what they wanted. (One day is not nearly enough time to celebrate.) The ride from Wappoo was brutal. We were getting pounded by an outgoing tide with an incoming wind. The bow of that little Montauk was getting so beaten that by the end, we were all huddled in the stern. The good news though is that, since we couldn't go faster than a snail's pace, we weren't tempted to push the throttle and consequently, the engine didn't overheat. (See, there's a silver lining in every situation. It's always a small victory when a twenty year old motor successfully gets you anywhere.)

We eventually made it to Sandy Point and quickly settled in.

Of course we just had to bring our aunt/nanny with us and Henry. Lol is never one to turn down a day in the boat and we are always happy to have her with us. (She makes the best sandwiches!)

It was a perfect day for floating and playing. We ran into Joe and Micky B. on the backside in the little creek, and all the boys instantly made fast friends. This was great for us because it made our whole level of parental involvement go down significantly! (Of course, my camera was all the way back on the boat, and that was just too far to go to take any pictures of all the romping around in the mud!)

Did you know that Bennett could walk on water?

Finally, after a cut on Reeves' hand (can you see the enormous gash that nearly severed his hand completely from his body? Hyperbole? Maybe.) and a tide that had come in a good bit, we headed home. But not, in true Bryant form, until after we had passed right by our landing, out into the harbor, under the bridge, and then back.

He never wants to see a fun day end. We rolled into the driveway with two unexpectedly awake boys, but it wasn't long after a showers and supper that their heads were weighing down their pillows. It truly was a wonderful family day that I hope to repeat many times this summer.

Daddy's Old Stomping Grounds

On the way home from Saluda on Saturday, with Daddy's birthday looming on Monday, the boys and I stopped by Presbyterian College to take a picture in front of Neville Hall. This was were Bryant had most of his classes while in college. Needless to say, after much bribery and me even having to walk away once, we were finally able to get a good picture. Seriously, this is the LAST shot that I took that day. It took a bit of convincing to keep the boys from telling Bryant where we went on when we were coming home. I even had to yell a bunch of jibberish once to cover Reeves' voice when he was attempting to tell his father that we did NOT go to his college on the way home. But it was all worth it to see the happiness in Bryant's eyes when he opened his present on Monday morning. He is now really looking forward to returning with them and really being able to walk them around campus.