And part 2 brings me to Wednesday. Undoubtedly the most exciting day of all and conversely the day Maggie hit rock bottom.
The good news is we all know there is only one way to go from there. Maggie found herself in such a state of over tiredness that she had no choice but to finally stop fighting the sleep and rest herself. Happily from there we got part of our old Maggie back.
So what made Wednesday so fabulous you may ask. It was the day Jack has been waiting for since he could talk. He has been forever wanting to swim with the dolphins and I mean forever . The day finally came at a mere 6 years old. Lucky kid.
On Wednesday we arrived at Marineland {owned by the Georgia Aquarium}. My little ones could hardly handle their excitement. Maggie was too young to swim with the dolphins so we scheduled a feed and touch session for her. Each child was at an age where they had to have a paying adult with them so I chaperoned Maggie and Clay chaperoned Jack. Who got the short end of the stick on this one?
I can't complain though. Watching Jack was pure joy. Sadly I couldn't take pictures of Maggie during her encounter with Betty Bottlenose {per Marineland rules}, but I was able to buy a few the photographer on site took. It was tough to choose considering she was having her first EVER temper tantrum in nearly half of them. Nice timing, huh?
Jack's dolphin was named Hemingway. He was a young one. Jack got a kick out of how misbehaved he was and how he continually stuck his tongue out.
As expected, this was Jack's favorite part of his vacation.
Post swimming with the dolphins we headed back to the condo for naps. Maggie took a very long and much needed one. When she awoke we hit the beach again.
Lucy, again, was in love with the sand and sea. I was in love with watching her experience it all for the first time. Lovely Lu at her finest.
Maggie decided the wet sand wasn't so bad after all and spent a good hour collecting seashells. It's amazing how a nice nap can clear your mind.
We took the shells back to the condo where Maggie painted them. She said they were "stunning". Clay took me out to dinner for my 30 something birthday sans kids. I was willing to forgo our nightly ritual of ice cream for a peaceful dinner by this point in the vacation.
According to my well planned vacation calendar, Thursday was a pool/beach day. Maggie couldn't have been more thrilled. She swam like a fish again all morning and added goggles to her attire. The goggles must have offered some kind of super power for her because she would tell us, "go back more and more and more...because I have my goggles on". Her swimming ability is pretty insane for a three year old.
When we got tired of being Maggie's go to point, Jack took over. Maggie swam lap after lap to him. Jack got quite a kick out this and I'm pretty sure nearly dunked her a few times in his excitement.
Once Lu awoke from her morning nap we hit the beach again. Jack was a maniac in the Atlantic ocean waves. Much bigger than what we are used to.
The next few pictures pretty much sum up the afternoon...Maggie's ups and downs and Lucy's ability to ingest sand.
We topped our evening off with a boat ride, dinner ,and our nightly ice cream shop stop.
That boat was seriously sweltering hot until we got moving out of the no wake zone. Hence Lucy's perfectly edible rosy cheeks. She started her journey strapped to me in the Baby Bjorn. When I realized we might be stuck together for life via sweat I had to unstrap her. Daddy graciously took over while we both dried off.
It wasn't long before we realized the upper deck was the coolest place to be. And it wan't long before the bigs got a serious second wind.
Friday was the day that might have been the most dreaded by all if I hadn't kept it a secret until the end.
We spent the better part of the day at the pool and beach again. Maggie declared she liked, "the small waves, the middle waves, and the big waves". {It only took 6 days.} The bigs collected more shells and other random beach creatures {like crab carcasses}. And Lucy just ate up the beach life {literally and figuratively}. Oh, how I adore my easy going and adventurous littlest one.
The dreaded little secret I kept until the end was our annual beach picture session. I couldn't have asked for a better sky. Clouds, clouds, and more clouds. This was a bit of a concern knowing I couldn't wait utnil sunset because they would be hungry little monsters and I couldn't wait until after dinner because we know what those white outfits would have looked like by then. So I took my chances...and the clouds took over just in time. No hot sweaty faces, no complaining, and no squinty eyes.
The problem I didn't foresee is how hard it would be to get THREE, yes 1...2...3, kids to look at the same time and look semi happy too. Nearly impossible. How do you photographers do it?
So this is what we got. {I'm pretty hopeful that there is a better one of the three of them, but I needed a break from perusing the 100 plus outtakes}
We said goodbye to St Augustine, the alligators, the dolphins, the beach, the wet sand, and the pool on Saturday.
I would like to say we were ready to come home after seven days, but honestly it was a hard goodbye. I don't know that we will ever go back. And not because it wasn't absolutely amazing {trust me it will be a hard vaca to top}, but because we are one of those "been there done it" kind of families. And ironically, at that same time, we will more than likely head back to our beach roots next summer.
I have to say this is definitely one vacation we will be talking about for years to come. It was pretty incredible. See ya old town!









