All the cousins, girlfriends, friends, potential step-siblings -- pretty much all those at the beach that were 21 and under. Yes, we did all eat dinner together. And yes, there was a total of 22 of us including adults. Indeed, it was good fun.
Back: Matt, Shawn, and Stephen holding Brian, Kory, Ryan, Brian
Front: Angela, my cousin Alyssa, Me, Brooke, Nicole, Jess, Alysia
Some super-fly cats. My cousin Matt, his gf Angela, me, cousin Steve, and my brother Ryan.
Here's the little man, cheesin' like always. This is the kid who just three short years ago would scream bloody murder the second his toes hit the sand. Now you can't keep him out of it and the water...the little daredevil.
Yeah, and I carried him the whole way up to the car so he didn't burn his feet...and the whole time he told me he missed Stephen and that Shawn was the best cousin...but yet I <3 this kid to death.
Pissed cause he didn't want me to take his picture (and he has sand all in his ass). The little genius made himself a slide in the sand by scootching his ass down with his feet. It got even better when he made people pull him down by his feet. Poor kid was so sandy in so many places he just stood outside the bathroom crying for me to hurry up and get out of the shower.
Some good things definitely came out of the weekend. I saw Stephen for the first time in like a year and got to make fun of him for everything possible...that's just how we do. I hung out with Angela a lot, and she's super-awesome. I had a LOT of people tell me that it's okay to feel what I'm feeling about my mom/parents divorcing/school stress/etc. and that made me feel better. And I've developed a borderline obsession with Baringer's sparkling White Zinfandel. This coming from a hearty red wine girl. But it's so girly and yummy and delicious (even though driving home with the remnants of a 3-glasses-of-wine headache is no fun at all).
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