Santa Rosa Beach

I'm not sure where the time goes. It seems we were just packing for our annual trip to the beach and now we're already back.

The guys are getting older and they're not lovin' the beach as much as I do.  It's not so much the water or sunning.  I just enjoy sitting and listening to the waves.  Sitting is really not part of their vocabularies.  Alas!  We had to find other things to do.  We discovered the water park in nearby Destin.  Not exactly White Water, but it worked.

Even Tammy didn't spend as much time on the beach, but the pool was a nice replacement.

Keith played quite a bit in the pool and beach.  He was really enjoying the waves this years and spent quite a bit of time with the boogie board.

Papa's favorite part is always eating out.  (Ok, maybe one of my favorites, too.  The seafood is always so much better there.)

This year we discovered the glass blower at Bayou Bill's.  We saw him 4 nights in a row.  Don't ask.  Maybe a future blog will feature some of our purchases.  He was a really nice guy and even replaced a mouse who lost its tail on its first night with us.  

Christopher spent a lot of time digging in the sand....

and snorkeling.  I've been reading a book on different kids of intelligence.  He's definitely my kind who has nature intelligence.  When I have a better grip what that means, I'll share.  It's been a pretty interesting and helpful in understanding the differences in my two guys.

Speaks for itself.

Oh, did I mention that I have NEVER seen so much seaweed.  Fortunately, it wasn't the slimy green kind, but the plant kind.  But, it was everywhere.  One day there was literally a pile that was knee deep.    Crazy.

My nature guy - he found little tiny fish on the beach.  Never seen those before, either.  Christopher truly has an eye for detail.

Keith and Christopher were looking for a baby lionfish.  We saw it pretty close to the show so they followed him for a while.  We did see quite a few interesting things this trip.

Signature CBT.

It rained off and on all week, but the real storm rolled in on Friday.  It was wicked-looking, but beautiful, too.  Somewhere in those waves is my husband looking for a good wave.

Until next year.