Thursday in Virginia

Bret and I are both pretty beat, but I'm going to post this for posterity's sake. I'll add lots of pictures to make up for the boring information.

After a huge breakfast at the Five Points Cafe (much recommended for breakfast), we went to a local park to let Grant burn off some morning steam. The park was amazing, complete with zip lines and slides that caused Grant much distress.

Then, after early naps, we headed down to Virginia Beach. We decided to rent one of those surrey boardwalk bikes, and the owner was so taken with Grant and Grace that she gave them free candy bars, toys and sunglasses. She "threw" in an extra hour on the bike, but after forty minutes of pedaling in first gear, we were done. Grant and Grace loved the bike, turned lots of heads, and had a fun afternoon at the beach. Grant started down to the water but asked to turn around because he was "well dressed" and "afraid of the sharks." Hmmm.

We, then, went to meet Bret's cousin for dinner. Erin lives in Norfolk, and we ate some yummy, yummy Mexican (which I had been craving all week), but little Grace showed a wild side we have yet to see in her small self. She was unhappy, unhappy, unhappy, but, thankfully, Erin was patient with our screaming child, and though quick, it was great to meet up with Erin on her turf.

Cinderella and Snow White (two princesses that Grant "saves" on an hour-by-hour basis) tagged along all day. Sometimes, they drove in a car behind us. Sometimes, I was sitting on them at breakfast. Sometimes, they were "going to meet us at our vacation home" (what Grant calls the condo we are using).

Also, yesterday at the Mariners' Museum (which sounds boring, but it was really fun... and Grant had an absolute BLAST), Grant struck up a conversation with a lady who was waiting for a movie to start. During the wait, pictures of old ships passed on the screen. Grant told the lady (and I swear, this is EXACTLY what he said) that he had "seen a ship wike this before when I wived in Africa." I asked him when he lived in Africa, and he told us that he "wived there when he was thirteen, and the boat shot awwows at him." I think the lady thought Grant was "seeing dead people." I was less concerned when later he told me that Bret and I were there with him, and we "ate wots of Skittles."

Tomorrow is our last day in Williamsburg, and we're going to take it easy. The best part of this whole trip, though, is that Grant and Grace have become good friends. Grant has been trying to be friends with Grace after the initial shock of her arrival, but she has been less than thrilled every time he came near. They have been sleeping in the same room here in Williamsburg, and now, Grace has a deep and abiding love for Grant, and he works so hard to keep her happy. They still have sibling moments, but we made more progress than I thought was possible with two toddlers.

Now, here are some pics:
At Virginia Beach with gorgeous weather. We watched dozens of fighter jets fly overhead. Grant now wants to be a fighter jet "piwot."
Surrey with the fringe on top

Good Friends... FINALLY!

After dinner with cousin Erin, and Grace is still mad at the world.