Another adventurous day for the books. We thought we'd hit VA Beach for Father's Day. It's one of Juan Pablo's favorite places. But we hadn't checked the weather first.
Heading over, the skies looked pretty ominous. I pulled out his iphone about 20 minutes away to see what the weather said...storms starting at 1pm.... and it was noon.
I say all this just to show that you should never let the weather report deter you.
It was actually sunny when we got there. A little windy though...our two umbrellas immediately flipped inside out then started blowing away down the beach and sent people screaming. We quickly recovered them and decided it wasn't that sunny.
The sand man dove right in....with last years close talking to the sand and some plain ol' wallowing.
Give the boy a bucket, and he's happy.
Give this boy a boogie board and a wave...and well....he's happy, too.
There was a strange and very steep hill down to the surf this year...I'm not sure if 'they' made it like that, or if the ocean did. But it made for some interesting photos of Diego looking like he was buried in sand.
And I made sure to have JP get some pics of me this time. Nothing like seeing yourself in a bathing suit to rev up the gym routine...I've been working out hard, but still had to crop it.
I had fun catching some waves, too. That just never gets old.
Here's Diego pushing me away when I tried to get a nice shot of us.
This cool boat was riding by, and I managed to catch this shot of Isabela swimming out to it...it looks like it's just them in the ocean.
Diego was mesmerized by the aviones...he rarely lets one fly by without pointing and saying, "Avión!" Maybe he'll be a pilot one day.
So the other thing we forgot was quarters...for the meter. So when our two hours were up, it just so happened that the skies clouded over and the wind picked up even more. Yes, a storm was definitely coming.
But I came across a review of the nearby park, Mount Trashmore, when I was worrying about the weather, and we decided to stop by on our way home.
It's a giant hill....that used to be a landfill. Steep going up....
....and coming down.
With a great view around it....there was a cute carnival that we kept saying NO to.
And wide open spaces to run around in....
...and, of course, a giant hill to roll down.
Diego's a mama's boy right now...so he didn't make the father's day picture.
Some loud clanging attracts us to the other side of the hill...and what should we see??? but some knights sword fighting in full body armor!
So we head over...and they invite us to come and try out some stuff. They were friendly knights, the round table sort, and told us all about what they were doing.
The day just keeps getting better and better.
Because then, we look over in the distance, at the most amazing playground we've ever seen.
It's huge.
It's on spongy foam.
It's got a million things to climb on.
So while we were impressed with the plain, giant hill when we got there, and surprised by the fighting knights below.....we're now speechless at how we just happen upon the coolest things.
This little sprite was hard to keep track of. Running top speed all over the place.
And he got a little help from sis' on the harder parts.
Oh, yeah....and remember that storm I was talking about? It finally hit. And we had a long trek back to the car. We were soaked, and loving it!! It turned out the storm was the coolest part of the day.
