The rainy first day at the beach. McKenna wasn’t all that thrilled with the sand and cold water that first day.
The traditional bocce game at the beach.
The whole crew.
McKenna chillin in the pool she co-opted from Nathan.
Celebrating my mom’s birthday.
The 2010 beach house – with a pool this time to escape the freezing ocean.
Watching Baby Einstein through her pack and play.
McKenna, at this point having overcome all aversion to sand and water, prepares to eat Brooke’s sand structure.
Stephanie preparing to dig another beach hole. Because you can never have too many beach holes.
At the peak of the dune mountain that separated the ocean from the cottage.
Crawling on the sand, during a brief period when she wasn’t eating the sand.
More beach construction.
When McKenna’s parents just gave up.
Dad and my niece Brooke braving the unseasonably cold water – 76 degrees. For Hatteras island in August, that is frigid.
Caged animals, for the safety of all.
Drunk on sand consumption.
McKenna learned to crawl and stalked her cousin Nathan at the cottage.
Nathan, who disliked sand and therefore stayed much cleaner at the beach.