I should start this post by getting something out there before you all start gasping. Yes, Henry got a haircut two days before we left on vacation. Yes, it was an extremely unfortunate haircut. No, I didn't do it.
Poor dude. He seems to be managing the trauma okay.
Our first stop was to beautiful Lake Oconee, west of Atlanta. Between chasing after two crazy two-year-olds, relay jet ski rides, squirt guns, blowing bubbles, swinging at the park, ensuring Michael didn't hit anything important with his play golf clubs, sneaking onto the neighbor's water trampoline, lighting sparklers, and playing some uber-competitive ping pong games, I'm surprised any of us had time to sit down.
It was wonderful.
First best thing about being at the lake? Playing in the lake.
Second best thing about being at the lake? Washing off the lake and climbing into dry clothes.
Better than any family I know, we can add hours to what should be a no-fuss road trip. The good news is that we got there safely and Sunset Beach was just as lovely as the last time we saw her, a couple of years ago.
(The bad news is the trip home was even worse. Let's focus on the middle.)
Wildlife was out in force this trip. Between all of the birds, a turtle, schools of dolphins, a (dead) jellyfish, a (live) stingray, large snail-like things, hermit crabs, and gobs of minnows in the tidal pools, Henry was just beside himself.