I have a type-A brain, apparently.

So, this little blog is stressing me out.  I suppose it’s evidence of the fact that I’ve got quite the type-A brain here because I feel like I just can’t post about some of life as we know it currently until I get all caught up on the big things I don’t want to forget (ie. the beach).  I know it’s just a blog, and I should just post without giving it so much thought, but there you have it; a little peek into my brain.  So, I’m going to try and muscle through some more beach pictures.  Because, as I’ve said, we had such a wonderful time, and I don’t know about you, but often times my clearest memories end up being the ones I’ve documented and taken the time to look back through.  Hence the need to share them here.  So, thanks for bearing with me! 
Our whole crew—I happen to really love this picture and am voting for it as a family Christmas picture…We visited (and toured) the island’s namesake lighthouse, “Old Baldy.”  For those who might be curious, the island is so named because of the  “bald” part of the island that lacked the vegetation surrounding it and was thus helpful to incoming ships as a landmark.  I bet you also didn’t know that Cape Fear butts right up to Bald Head Island as well.  I didn’t realize this notorious name arose because of the heightened risk of shipwrecks around this particular headland.

There was a shop at the dock that had the most amazing popsicles.  I raced over to buy a bunch (like, 12) for everyone before our ferry left and the salesperson questioned my appetite for popsicles.  He may have been correct to assume there were all for me had I not needed to consider the very certain problem of melting…




It doesn’t get much better than babies at the beach.  (Well…maybe it’s better equally awesome to relax on the beach minus cute, but needy little people every once in a while too!)



There's my guy.

But you know I couldn’t let him show me up.  (We won’t talk about the fact that this was SO not as easy as it used to be for me…)

Looking at this next picture reminds me of what a blessing it is to call this one my brother.

As you might imagine there was a considerable amount of time spent throwing sand by the Wadster.  And that boy has got quite the arm, really ever since he was but a wee one.

We were blessed with wonderful accommodations for the week, and right on the beach!


I get it honest at least. (pretty sure, Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” was playing, and I am sorry, I just cannot keep still when I hear that song!)








I think it’s abundantly clear that we like to take pictures.  (and by we, I mean my mom and myself, and the rest of the crew doesn’t have much choice :)