We had such a wonderful time in Mexico with my parents and my brother and Kim. I felt so relaxed lying in the sun watching my kids enjoy themselves.
After a rough winter of the soul I was starting to emerge into the daylight when I was slammed with two months of physical sickness. Our time in Mexico allowed my body to catch up with the wellness of my spirit. I feel deep seated peace when I place myself back in these pictures.
Nothing quite as precious as little feet...
...except for maybe the beach baby they belong to.
The boys were like otters wrestling in the water. I love when their affection for each other is showing. They already have secret words and inside jokes. They even have this crazy (many would say, quickly annoying) voice they call the Hermes Brothers.
Enjoying the waves with beloved Aunt Kim.
Moose and BiggiE took turns catching some waves with my dad and Os. BiggiE surprised us all by deciding to stand up on the board. We didn't get any pictures because he quickly decided that wiping out was even more fun than standing up.
Here's my surfer boy. I think in heaven Os will surf and rock climb every day.
Headed to the beach (my parents house is in the background of the left). Jelly Bean was like the Queen of Sheba being pulled along. One time when we were loading up to walk down to the beach Os reminded BiggiE that Jelly Bean would be riding in the wagon and BiggiE replied, "I know my spot, Fool!" He said it so happily and emphatically that is was impossible not to laugh.
Talk about a crowded beach. Only on the weekends is there anyone within 50 yards of you.
Jelly Bean loved the beach. She would have spent all day out there if we had let her. She had very specific ideas in her work of filling buckets with sand. She would grab a bucket, take off for the wet sand, fill the bucket and come back for another one to fill. She also had specific ideas about shells. If you handed her a shell she would either put it in her bucket or toss it back in the water based on some sorting system known only to her. This was work, people, not play.
Grandpa teaching the kids the art of War.
Grandma and Jelly Bean. Jelly Bean is wearing one of my old outfits a friend of the family made.
Peter and Kim brought several Nerf guns and inside the house there seemed to be a continuous gun battle going on. Jelly Bean is a little low on ammo in this photo.
Ahhh, a nap in a hammock with the ocean breeze...
Uncle Peter taught the boys the basics of fishing.
Then off they went to try their luck.
Success! Two amber jacks and a rock bass.
There is something about growing your own food or catching it yourself that inspires even the more reluctant eaters to try new things. BiggiE is a decent eater, but probably the least adventurous of the three kids. Os jokingly asked BiggiE if he wanted to eat the fish head and BiggiE said, "Sure!" He then proceeded to eat most of the fish head, including the eyeball (which made it difficult for my mom and Kim to finish their meals). Now with a new food we can say to him, "Someone who eats fish heads would certainly try this!"
Jelly Bean dancing on our night out in town.
Uncle Peter and Jelly Bean arguing over the menu.
Aww... My parents love this picture because the kids playing behind us is life right now -- our love in the midst of the throng.
Adios, Mexico. Hasta luego!
