Some pics from our weekend at the shore. Nothing exciting--just Neal had a couple days off so we went to Mimi and Pop Pop's beach house for the weekend. Did the boardwalk thing, the beach thing, and the mini-golf thing. Meg lost her ball; Matthew got a hole-in-one. (Maybe Matthew should quit while ahead--last golf outing, Meg got the hole-in-one.)
Matthew and the latest girlfriend. They went driving together. Very much a "love 'em and leave 'em" kinda guy still--by the next ride, he had a new flame.
Ok, it's not the best of pictures. But at least they're both looking at the camera. (Hey, I have low standards. The Santa's Court photographers like me.) Anyway, this is the boys on the Apache Helicopters on the Wild Wheels pier. It's rare to get them both on a ride together, other than the bumper cars (where they attempt to knock each other out of the ring) or the Tilt-a-Whirl (which doesn't get good pictures due to high speed of car and greenness of Mom after a few whirls).
What Celia would look like in a burka. Just kidding. She was hooked up to her feeding tube/pump, so no rides for her that night. So she invented her own fun--she discovered a vent in the stroller hood and played peek-a-boo with Neal and the camera.
More pics later. I have some beach pictures and some of the kids in the pool. They'll have to wait until I have time to edit the file sizes, though. Hugs to all.
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