memorial day weekend

We got home from our weekend in Virginia Beach last night at about 1am. This morning, waking up to our un-stocked fridge, still-packed bags at the end of our bed, and no Papa or Nana made it a very FOURTH day of a three-day weekend. A drag, basically. Those three days were something else. Like take this for example. Every evening we went on a family walk, and the first night was no different. We walked Everett down to the beach, our memories of last summer and his unabashed disgust for sand , still fresh in our minds. Well. We got to the edge of the beach and I asked him if he wanted to take his shoes off. Yes he did. His toes hit the sand, squished themselves in a...