The second weekend in August, we met up with Poppie, Alex, and my Dad's new lady friend, Gooche, at Isle of Palms. Here is the house we miraculously found to stay in at the last minute - it was just perfect for us:
We spent a very relaxing (for me at least, probably not very relaxing for Poppie, Alex or Gooche since the wake-up time was 7am or so) weekend playing on the beach, going out to eat, lounging around, telling stories, having tea parties (tea for Madam and tea for Sir), showing Owen the wonders of silly putty, and enjoying the end of summer.
Here are some pics from the weekend:
(That's my brother with his palm beard above. Don't you wish you had a palm beard on right now? I do.)
Also, Gooche taught Owen how to do a somersault, which then evolved into the Isle of Palm Olympics:
...And don't think that Owen running out of the room at the end meant he was done. He was just adding racing down the hall and into the room to the Olympic course, which he proceeded to do about 20 more times. (After the Olympics, running around on the the beach, and lunch at Poe's Tavern with all of us plus Denise, Mike, and Mia, a 3.5-hour nap ensued...and when I woke him up, he wanted to keep sleeping.)
That's a Hunt for you: play hard, sleep hard.
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