We took the fishing boat to a little island to lounge and fish. Hill was just as impressed with the sand as I was...he spent 99% of the time in the boat where he wasn't 'durr dee.'
|Thanks, Mom. This is great. It's the thought that counts.|
Can we go now?
|Hill, Hannah and Chip waiting on the big fish.|
|So...is someone going to help me get in the boat or what?|
(hat and sunglasses in hand)
|Hannah, will you lift me up in there?|
|Mimi trying not to touch the sand too.|
|Hannah, Mimi & Papi|
(my niece, step mom and dad)