Hello from the beach

 I think this post will have fewer complaints than usual because I am writing it from bed, with the balcony doors open, listening to the ocean and watching dolphins jump in the water. I can hear my family screaming DOLPHIN every time one surfaces (at least 3– so close we can see that they are grey) from the kitchen balcony where Ben is making their breakfast. It’s pretty great.

Those are pics from last night on the beach right outside where we took the two least objectionable kids after telling Minnie the ice cream store across the street was closed (LIES) and putting her to bed at 8 pm (7pm where she is from) and telling the other two boys to fight it out among themselves, spoils to the  victor, etc (not sure what they were even fighting about but it went on all day.)

After the sun set, we sent Dorothy and Cooper upstairs with a round of ice cream concoctions for themselves and the big boys and went back to the bar for drinks and our own dessert. Vacay with bigger kids has its perks.

Salty Dog ice cream might be better than Babcock, and that is not something I say lightly, you guys.

So far we have eaten it every night.