Michael and I flew to Wilmington on Sunday (June 27) where Pammy and Burger picked us up and took us to the beach for most of the week. This was the first time Kenneth hasn't been able to go since we've been married, and we definitely missed him. We flew back Thursday, and we almost missed the flight. The Wilmington airport has twelve gates...it is maybe a two minute walk to the gates from security. My flight was at 1:40, and we got there right at 1:00. There was a TSA lady that told me I was too late, but then she said she would see what she could do to check me in. I wasn't going to be able to check my suitcase, so I had to take out all of my toiletries since they were larger than 3 ounces. Picture me with Michael in a stroller, his diaper bag, my purse, and our suitcase running through the tiny airport in tears. Oh my goodness. It was stressful. When we got to the gate, I realized we had to go downstairs and outside to get on the plane. The tears came again as I stood at the top of the stairs with Michael now in my arms, and his stroller folded up, but I still had my suitcase, purse, and diaper bag. I just stood there crying until a nice man asked me if I needed help. He carried my suitcase all the way to plane. We made it on the plane, and everything was fine, but it was definitely not the best experience I've had with Michael.
Anyway, onto the pictures!
There is a Cheeburger Cheeburger Express in the Sanford Airport, which is where we departed. Cheeburger has the BEST milkshakes, so I got a chocolate Oreo shake for Michael and I to share at 10:00 on the morning. It was oh-so-good!
Michael played with the shade on our window for a good portion of the flight. It was full, so he was on my lap the entire time. He did really well considering he didn't have much room to move around.
Let me take a minute and fill you in on Michael's discomfort regarding all things beachy. He does not like the sand to get on him at all...not on his feet, not on his hands, not on his legs. We had to carry him to the firmer sand, which he would only walk on if he had his flip flops on. And even then, he would only go maybe 10 or 20 feet away from where we had all our stuff set up. He does not like the ocean...my guess is that the moving water scares him a bit. We're hoping he will like the beach more next year. Harrison, my nephew, hated the beach until this summer, and he is four, so we hope there is still hope for Michael!
On the beach playing with his sand truck with Burger...
Action shot of Michael throwing shells...
Watching the big boys
We went to the Aquarium, which was fun with a little one!
Pointing to the frog, which was a weird white color...
Alligators!
He really enjoyed watching the turtles...
We thought this was really funny - someone was cleaning one of the tanks, and Michael was quite interested in what exactly was going on...
I took this specifically for my husband. He loves all things alligator!
Watching the fish, sharks, and sting rays in the aquarium...
Starfish and octopus...
Trying to find the river otters that were napping in the far corner...
Leaving the aquarium...
Dinner at the Island Grille
Michael in his beach outfit...
Eating corn right off the cob for the first time...
Thursday morning, on my birthday, eating my annual birthday donuts...
Helping me open my presents....such a good helper! :o)
One last photo on the back deck before getting ready to leave and almost miss our flight!
It was a great week, as it always is. I was able to sleep in every morning (thank you Pam and Gary!), and I read a couple of books, which I don't really get to do at home. Michael and I look forward to next year's trip when Kenneth will hopefully have some vacation time and can come along again!
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