Ahhh, Cape Cod. My happy place. The place I dream about when it is colder than a naked person in the snow. Awkward? I'm tired. Anyways, you have read about our previous Cape trips here, here and here, so I must keep my annual Cape post alive (and post about it in the Winter!)!
We decided to head down to Rick's beach house early in the afternoon and then head up late that night. The last two times we had gone, Jack really struggled with sleeping and toddler-tude, so we wanted to make it as easy as possible! Rick's parents were there and his Mom, Patty (a nurse) totally guessed I was pregnant when we used the "Jack is sick, going to be late!" aka "Melissa has morning sickness and will be head first in the toilet for a few hours" excuse! It was hilarious! They all shouted "WE KNEW IT!" when we made our announcement haha. I was only 8-9 weeks at the time.
Right when we got there, Jack was jumping for joy at the sight of Uncle Buddy. They have a special bond and we love it! The boys decided to play a game of bean bag toss (???) or whatever before we ate lunch.
I love Jon in a hoodie. And his muscles.
No, this wasn't Jack's turn...it was Jon's... :-)
Jon would like me to let you know that he didn't pee his pants
Jon went right in the water with Jack. Who needs a bathing suit? He said it felt amazing since it was so hot outside and he hates the heat. Jack loved every second of it. He lives to play and be just like Daddy.
Now it was Uncle Buddy's turn!
I love a sandy foot!
And then...my camera died. Womp, womp! But at least I was able to get pictures of Jack at the beach. Speaking of Mr. Jack, he gave me this beautiful shell and I'll treasure it forever.