Lily loves to drink tea, asking for it if she sees anyone drinking out of a mug.
We brought the wagon to Seabrook and the kiddos loved being rolled around the adorable little town, looking at the sights and trying to find the "hidden caboose" (the main feature of one of Jamisen's storybooks).
We spent a LOT of time trying to find that hidden caboose; literally, days traipsing through the entire community, looking under logs and covering a lot of ground trying to find the hidden caboose. We never did find it but it was sure fun to try.
Jamisen and Lily soaked themselves daily at the beach, building moats and learning the basics of building the perfect sandcastle. After the first couple of days, they did a fairly decent job of being teammates, rather than little fiefdoms fighting for supremacy of the sand fort.
We had mostly good weather - a few terrible rainy days but for the most part, cold but clear.
We were just a few blocks from a play ground and the kids also enjoyed many hours there.
We were so glad that Grandma and Grandpa Faiola visited several times, with Grandma driving hours each day to come spend time with her grandbabies.
Jamisen did give us quite a scare. We went on a walk and he was looking at tadpoles (or rather, trying to find them). I saw the owner of Seabrook up ahead so hurried to speak to her. When I looked back, Jamisen was no where to be found. I took off at a run to do a few blocks to find him. Only, he wasn't there. He was no where to be found. I ran back to the owner, who called out the cavalry, including all the golf carts in the resort town, bikes and Chris and my Dad in cars. I continued to run all over the town, screaming his name at the top of my lungs and telling people what he had been wearing. Jamisen was found by construction workers, about half a mile away, in the middle of the road. He refused to go with anyone, latching his arm around a stop sign, and waiting. He heart-breakingly told Chris, "Mommy left me", when Chris asked what happened. It was, bar none, the worst experience in my life, way way way worse than any simple house explosion could be.
I did such a good job telling people what Jamisen was wearing that Grandma Faiola was stopped hours later by responsible citizens asking her if the little boy she was with was really her grandson. True story!
We've been back in Bellingham a few weeks now - but are thankful that we had a lovely, fully-furnished respite to go to in our time of need. The kids loved every minute of it.
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