There isn’t any furniture in Pawpaw’s beach house yet, only a bed, a few chairs and a couple of air mattresses, which I thought was good since Connor wouldn’t be able to hurt himself on anything in the house, but he ended up breaking an electrical outlet with his head, cutting his ear in two places from spinning and falling into a table, and puncturing his knee on a magazine rack. I guess if that stuff wouldn’t have been around, he might have tripped on say, air and fallen down anyways.
We had a good time, took a tour of the area and visited the local aquarium, where Connor was allowed to run free, his light up shoes, acting as a tracking device in the dark and Tristan, was held up to see the fish, fascinated by the blue lights of the jellyfish tank. After Connor's temper tantrum in the gift shop, (an actual laying on the floor and screaming tantrum) over the 500 magnets that I wouldn’t allow him to pull off of the display we went back to the house for lunch and naps.
The nap never happened, although it was desperately needed, later resulting in the hyperactive spinning that caused the ear injury later that night. We learned Wednesday night that it was going to snow so we opted to leave Friday instead of Thursday due to icy roads. The boys missing their chance to play in the snow broke my heart, but when I remembered that Connor had outgrown last years mittens I figured it was just as well. We made it back safe and sound on Friday, with not a speck of snow left on the ground, but due to the magic of digital photography, email and the most awesome neighbors in the universe, we were able to see our new house covered with snow.
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