The USS Lexington

Well, I promised you a USS Lexington post and here it is!!!

You all are so good for putting up with me.

This was by far Evan's favorite part of the trip. He hates sand, thinks the ocean tastes bad, is not fond of local restaurants that give off a "weird smelly vibe", but you tell him that he can tour an aircraft carrier turned museum and he is like a kid in a candy shop.

I am not even going to pretend like I know enough about the Lexington to give you virtual tour, so I'm just going to provide commentary on the people that Evan drug toured the museum with--these fine folks:

Let's start with this rapscallion:

No, not Keith. Keith was an angel the entire time. I'm talking about Vivian. We knew darn well that this was going to either be an epic fail with her or a mild disaster. I am happy to report it was not even a mild disaster, she did sooooo well! Turns out that all those damn stairs that took you up and down the aircraft carrier, the ability to run full lengths on the top deck, and being given the choice to either hold our hands or let us hold her string to her back pack (she chose the string) worked in her favor. Who'da thunk?

Important information (which Evan talked about at great length, but which I knew I wouldn't remember, so I snapped a picture to read later. I am no dummy, y'all.)

Divergent fangirl reference:

Kyle Cain, this is for you! An Air Force "Big" moment!!!!!

Small child hilarity:

So we climbed forty bajillion stairs to get to the aircraft landing area (technical term are not my thing). Not just normal stairs, though, the scary "too narrow and steep with gapping holes that young children can fall to their doom through" stairs, so I did not walk with the children because stairs and falling are two phobias that I start getting full blown panic attacks over. (Remind me to tell you the catwalk story from high school sometime.)

Anyway, once we'd safely made it up to the top, we realized that it was a gorgeous day and that the wind was a bit strong.

So, it ended up being Julia who puttered out first. We were so worried about Vivian losing her mind, we hadn't thought about Julia's tendency to turn sluggish when she's tired and bored.

Julia thought the viewer was the bees knees.

Me: Ha! Do you think that's because they wanted the woman to know before a man walked in on them birth?
Evan: You know that means women's quarters, right? As in, where they bunked.
Me: Hahahaha. Yeah, I was just joking.
{Always check the spelling of words before attempting to be witty...}


V loved the stairs. Like, was so excited about climbing them. The girl loves her some gross motor activities.

My favorite part of the whole thing was seeing the kitchen area. They had signs and pictures up of what dining and feeding a huge number of sailors was like and I totally found it fascinating!

Creepy mannequin cooks.

I'm putting this sign up in my house right by the table.

True to form, Evan's favorite part was the engine room.

 Vivian also liked the engine room.

He cracks me up.

After a good four hours exploring the Lexington, we came out to see these skies:

Time to head home, says Julia (who is petrified of all storms).

I love this picture because I can totally imagine this scenario taking place 25 years ago with Keith taking pictures of his very excited 6 year old Evan. Isn't it nice that some things don't change?

Seriously, it was such a good trip. I loved spending time on the beach, watching the girls get to experience the ocean.

Julia voluntarily smiled for the first take:

But put her pout face back on for the second:

Beach Bonnetts (kind of like the Beach Boys, but not)

When Evan's parents came to visit last month, we decided to finally commit and make a trip to the beach like we've been talking about for months (years). We booked a room for one night at Corpus Christi, packed up a million things to dig and make sand castles and headed out.

Turns out, the beach is just 2.5 hours away. Yeah...we totally were under the impression it was 4-5 hours away. Hopefully, we'll take advantage of it being so close and maybe take a day trip again soon!

I went ahead and purchased this lovely umbrella for the trip:

I knew we'd need something for the kiddos to hide under when the sun was too much and to keep our things shaded. Turns out, this umbrella was absolutely perfect! Don't you love a great internet, site-unseen, cross your fingers you'll actually love it purchase?!

We actually were early to check in to our hotel, so we drove along to Padre Island and hung out at their beach for the afternoon. It was not crowded at all. And I just have to tell you that the weather couldn't have been nicer!

I'm sure you're shocked that Vivian's Tonka truck was a part of the trip, right?

We haven't been to a beach since our Disney Trip in January 2008 and it was waaay too cold to get in the water, so I can't actually remember the last time that I swam in the ocean. We're always so landlocked. First thing that I quickly remembered that I'd forgotten--salt water does NOT taste good nor does it feel good when you accidentally sniff it up your nose.

Vivian was a bit wary of going into the water. She preferred to dig and command her Papa to bring her pails of water like the tiny dictator that she is.

Look at those clouds!!!!

Proof I actually was there!

Our hotel was on the beach and we were lucky enough to get rooms with a view. I've never had a room with a view before, so I may or may not have been a *tiny bit* excited.

Evan was excited because from our room he could see the USS Lexington. Of course, we had pre-purchased tickets to go and tour the WWII air craft carrier for the next day. (If you all are very good blog readers and are on your best behavior, I will post a blog post just about the USS Lexington.)

After a quick shower, and a bit of some iPadding...

we headed out to dinner. 

Quick Story: So, we all needed to take showers to get all the sand off before dinner. Evan showered first and was all, "Man, there's so much sand!" I peek in and it's like he dumped a small pail of sand into the tub. If you know me at all, you know that I hate sand. Hate. I was all, "Dude, I'm showering next because if I have that much sand in my hair and stuff I'm going to pitch a fit!". So, I jump in the shower next. Now, I need to tell you that, when I take my glasses off, I am blind as a bat. Seriously. Like ridiculously, probably technically legally blind, blind without my glasses.

I notice that I, too, have left sand in the tub and as I'm getting dressed, I holler to Evan that I'm going to try to make the sand go down the drain before we throw the baby in for her bath. I put on my glasses, go to turn on the water, and notice that the sand is looking at me. With an eye. 

Weird. How can the sand look at me? And why does it look shiny and fish shaped...

You guys, it was a fish. Like a minnow sized fish. In the tub. Dead. Dead dead dead.

Of course, I freak out because I very quickly realize that if the fish was not there when Evan showered (Evan with his recently eye-surgeried 20/12 vision, who would have definitely noticed a freaking fish in the tub), that means the fish CAME FROM ME! A FREAKING FRACKING FISH WAS TRAPPED UNDER MY HAT, IN MY HAIR, THAT I BROUGHT FROM THE OCEAN INTO MY HOTEL SHOWER.

I don't need to tell you that Evan found this whole thing hilarious. As did his parents. And my children. Elisabeth very kindly flushed the fish that I accidentally murdered by taking it from the ocean. 

The end.

The clouds at dinner time...

After dinner, we got back in our swimsuits for a bit of nighttime beaching and then some very intense hotel pool swimming where Julia showed us her superbly perfect "canyon ball!" dives.

Another quick story: When we went to the beach after dinner, Ebeth found this super duper awesome shell that was totally not broken. It was one of those spirally shells that you want to hold to your ear and listen to the ocean. It was about the size of the palm of my hand and I congratulated her on her awesome find. I threw it in our pool bag and we headed to the pool. When we were getting ready for bed, I put the shell on the counter above the mini-fridge. 

I was busy plugging in phones and iPads and whatnot when I hear a "thunk". I look over and the ding dong shell had rolled off the counter. I picked it up and brought it the less slippery desk I was sitting at and continued picking up. I handed Evan pajamas to put on Vivian, turned around and saw the shell slowly creeping across the table. This time when I went to pick it up, it's legs scurried back but not fast enough because I totally saw them shrink into the shell.

Yep. Hermit crab. That I toted around in my pool bag for a couple of hours.

Evan very chivalrously took the poor hermit crab and his shell back to the beach (after we took lots of pictures and showed all the girls, of course). 

The end.

We woke up bright and early, ate a delicious ("delicious") McDonald's breakfast, and headed back out to the beach. We spent the rest of the day at the Corpus Christi beach.

Elisabeth was in the water the whole time. She just loved it. All the grown ups took turns going out with her. She must be part mermaid. (This picture taken right before poor Ebeth got stung by a jellyfish. She handled it super well and we convinced her it would make a great story to tell everyone. She then walked around like a badass for the rest of the day.)

Vivian decided to actually let her feet get wet without being held on the second day.

And that she was fully capable of filling up her own buckets with water.

We just had so much fun! It was the younger two's first time seeing the ocean and I'm so glad we live close enough to take them when they're still young enough to see it as a huge adventure.

We spent some time digging around for shells, too. We found mainly really pretty pieces of oyster shells, but there were a few other non-oyster shells, too.

The next time we go to the gulf, I think we're going to head over to Mustang Island in Port Aransas. We hear that that's an even better place to hang out. But, can it beat standing in the entrance to a very tacky gift shop that's also a giant shark mouth?!

  *You all were so good that I am totally going to write another post just about the USS Lexington. How lucky are you?!