While we were at the beach this weekend we had a little family fun time, too. It wasn't all about the marathon all weekend. It was kind of a mini vacation.
Friday after we got to the hotel and checked in, Steve had to go register or sign in. I opted to hang back at the hotel with Tristan since we had already spent enough time in the car. We went for a little walk on the beach down to the pier to check things out and stretch our legs. After Steve got back we headed to the Olive Garden for dinner. Since we had a microwave and a fridge in the room, I thought it would be a good idea to bring back our left over spaghetti to have for breakfast. You know me. I'm never prejudice about having ANY type of food for breakfast.
Morning came early. Tristan and I drove Steve and a friend over to the starting line to see where we needed to park later when we can back for the end of the race. When we got back to the hotel it was still dark.
We got see the sun rise from the balcony and watch the start of the race on TV all the while eating spaghetti for breakfast with our fingers. I didn't realize our room didn't have any utensils and I hadn't thought to pack any.
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When we got back after then
marathon it was time to hit the beach and grab a little lunch. We walked down the beach to the pier where we watched horses pass on the beach from our corner booth and we shared a Club sandwich and some fries.
Then we strolled along the pier enjoying the sunshine and blue skies. Earlier in the week we had thought it was going to rain all weekend, so this nice, warm, February day was a treat.
Tristan kept calling the pier a bridge and said their were trolls underneath it. Just before we headed back, Tristan and Daddy did a troll check.
As you can see, someone got all sandy and wet. Boys will be boys.
Following the hoof prints.
Collecting a few shells along the way.
Eventually it was time to head back and take a nap.
After our nap we didn't want to waste any more time in the room. The rain was closing in fast. We had only a few more hours to enjoy the weather. On our way to eat dinner we made an impromptu stop to take Tristan on a helicopter ride. I HATE heights and I hate to fly. But I was not going to let this stand in Tristan's way of flying. And no way in heck was he going up with out his momma. The things we do for our kids.
This kid is super stoked.
As for me...
not so much.
I wanted to throw up, pass out. You name it.
Nor was I too thrilled that Steve had upgraded our little flight to one that was just a little longer. Also, what you can't see is that I am holding on to the seat and seat belt for dear life. Like it would have helped had we crashed, but whatever. I'm a chicken.
After all that excitement, I was hungry. We headed up to Calabash, NC for dinner. They have the best hush puppies as Ella's. Seriously! If you are ever in Myrtle Beach you need to make the short trip up to Calabash and try them.
Sunday morning we had breakfast and were headed back to our room when we saw this little guy beside the sidewalk. He was a pretty good size. Tristan kept waving at him and telling him "Hello" and asking questions about him. Just was we started to walk away, Tristan stopped, turned around and said, "I wanna give it a kiss." Um... No kiddo. That isn't a good idea.
