More beachbuminess

We *were* going to hike downtown and get some yummy fresh-baked scones for breakfast, but we were all too cold and too lazy, so we ate the only thing we had in the beachhouse, Trix. Gag. Just my personal opinion, but Trix really are for kids. (Ree left, Ro right): We waited for the temp to get into the 50s then ran to the beach. Once there, Ro and Ree got right to work moving driftwood around again. They eventually built a "house" with office, bedroom, bathroom, toll gate, and a gymnastics bar to turn flips on. It was quite an architectural feat, but the architects were having some disagreements, so it got rearranged frequently. (Ro left, Ree right) Gotta have snacks, right? They kept their Cheez-Its and bottled water in "the cupboard." Typing letters on the Flintstone-ish computer in "the office": This is what happens when you try to take a self portrait while your giggly girls are making pirate sounds and waving their legs wildly in the air: A light lunch in "the kitchen": Wheeeee, let's go play in the waves (the girls, not the grownups, notice that I am wearing a turtleneck, and am in no danger of exposing any body parts to the chilliness): "Look out, mama, look out, the waves are going to get you!": Awwwww: Crazy kiddos played in the edge of the waves until Ro tripped and got doused. Brrrrr. Later we tortured Maggie by seeing if she could set up 3D Candyland. Have you attempted to play it? More importantly, have you tried to play it with small, wiggly children? It is utterly maddening.