Why do we feel obligated to take pictures of ourselves jumping on beaches? I don’t know, and probably never will. Also, I am trying to decipher my hand signals. Again, who knows? Rock out from above? Milo decided to lie down on the sand after this one. Probably mortified. Just wait buddy, I give you 5 more years and you’ll be mortified pretty much 24/7.
Here are the rest of the photos from our Bahamas vacation, with a few videos sprinkled in, and next week we’ll be back to usual with plenty of book recommendations (I read so much during vacation — it was wonderful!) and a new Dress That Mama post, as well as a recipe inspired by Maggie and her amazing salad dressing. But for now, more of the same!
This is how one walks back from the beach when sand has gotten all up in there in his little boy nooks and crannies…
Also, I would be lying if I said that there wasn’t skinny dipping to wash off said sand. Showers turned out to be rare, as salty water came from the pipes, and no one really liked that. Cleanish is clean enough in my book. Evening time is the best time on the beach!
Every morning (and I mean the term morning loosely, as in anywhere from 4am on…), we heard this sound. Over, and over, and over again. Also, throughout the day. The roosters were everywhere on this island! By the end, we barely noticed it, kind of like how Midwesterners get used to the sound of cicadas during summer months, even though they seem very loud to people visiting.
See you next week! Have a wonderful weekend!