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Well, to summarize, we went to the beach and the NC Aquarium and the girls had a fabulous time, although honestly we could have gone down the road to the Hampton Inn and they still would have had a fabulous time, because what they liked best was the swimming pool and eating donuts for breakfast. Other highlights:

  • Mallory trying one of my fried shrimp at dinner, pushing away her chicken strips, and saying, "I want all of your shrimp for me!" Which was okay, because I also had some divine crab-stuffed shrimp which she did not want to share. Yummy. And expensive, thus explaining why we had donuts for breakfast.

  • Phoebe and I found the ocean water way too cold, but Chris and Mallory managed to wade in up to their knees for a while. A group of teenagers in bikinis ran past them into the waves and Mallory said, "Those people are from Crazyland!"

  • Phoebe announced, "This was a good idea. My favorites were the beach and the swimming pool!" ... when the only things we'd done were go to the beach and the swimming pool.

  • I found this too cool: Coming to the very end of I-40 on the way there, and joining it at its origination point on the way back, where there stands a sign proclaiming "Barstow, Calif -- 2554 miles." If I'd known that was coming up, I would've had my camera ready.


And, well, there's not a whole lot more to say. It was fun. Here are pictures.

The beach! My three favorite people, standing at the edge of the continent.







Sad little girls leaving the hotel:



At the aquarium. These turtles were so perfectly still I was convinced they were fake.



My favorite, the octopus:



And now my little night owl is demanding attention, so I guess that will have to do. Speaking of trips, however, I want to wish my mom and grandma a safe journey to Italy next week. Have fun over there!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Thanks, Krista. Your trip sounds like fun. It's nice when your kids enjoy your efforts, too!

Mom
1:33 PM
aimee said…
Sounds like you had a great time. It is always the quick trips closer to home that seems the most fun for the kids. Wonder why...:)
2:19 PM
H Noble said…
Glad you guys had a good time. The aquarium sounds fun to me. Funny- Justin and I lived about a mile from the Dallas Aquarium for a year and never went. What a waste.
Holly
8:14 AM
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