In preparation for our upcoming trip to Europe, Laura recommended that I get a selfie stick, so that we could take pictures of ourselves without actually having to socialize with people from another country. I decided to test out the selfie stick at the beach.
Having a selfie stick doesn’t mean I’m a narcissist, right?Having taken plenty of pictures of me by the pool, me on the deck, and me on the porch, we headed back to the beach, just in time for the perfect combination of storms and shark-infested waters.
Later, the storms subsided. Since Brooke had to go home early, we decided to take the traditional group shot.
To change up the beach activities, I offered to take McKenna and Tabby on a walk to the Hatteras Lighthouse, which was about 1.7 miles away, a distance we covered only with many, many breaks.
Once we reached the lighthouse, the two girls convinced me that they REALLY wanted to go to the top of the lighthouse. Spoiler alert – this was a lie. In spite of the numerous warnings I provided about the steepness of the stairs and the height of the lighthouse, Tabby realized that she was afraid of heights… when she reached step 7. Fortunately, McKenna was inexplicably unafraid of the narrow stairs. Given her fear of the six-foot-high monkey bars at the playground, which are so dizzyingly high that McKenna has informed be that she will only be ready to attempt them when she turns six, this was the last thing I expected. The shame of being left behind by McKenna was enough to inspire Tabby to climb the stairs.
Having completed the grueling return trip, it was time for a quick infusion of sugar.