It’s April, right? And I’m in Florida, right?
Then why is it 40 degrees and very windy??
No beach visits this morning. Instead, we hung out in the room this morning watching movies, reading books, playing hide-and-seek, and other such fun things that can be achieved in a three bedroom condo.
After lunch, we headed to Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum. Us, and everyone else visiting Panama City who did not want to be riding the waves. Wall to wall people. But we saw all kinds of weird things.
A man who can pop his eyeballs out of his head, the largest ball of string, the Eifel Tower made of matchsticks, the tallest man in the world, and other such information that is fun to read and wonder about.
After we’d had our fill of trivia, we headed to Pier Park. My nephews thought it was a park in kid terms: playground. Nope, shopping. A huge outdoor shopping complex filled with all types of stores and food. Even Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville---which was packed. Bummer.
The girls waiting ever so patiently to shop. Yeah, right.
The plan had been to get ice cream for a treat, however every ice cream place had lines running out the door. Instead, we packed up, headed for home, and found an ice cream place right across the street from our condo complex. How much better could life get?
But alas, the little ones really wanted to go collect seashells. We bundled up in sweatshirts and hit the sand running. Running because our feet were cold, not due to the excitement, I assure you.
I did corral everyone long enough for a few family pictures.
Karen, Joshua, and Spencer
Katie, Anna Grace, Abby, and I
Katie and Karen shivering on the beach!
The girls loved being in the sun and wind so did not want to give up when the others headed back for shelter.
Here are a few random shots of the little ones at play.....
Dragging them back inside was challenging as they wanted to collect every last shell on the beach. I eventually convinced them there would be more tomorrow.
Unless they are all blown away by the winds.
Then I am in trouble.
Keep your fingers crossed or mommy is up a creek without a paddle.