I wasn’t expecting it to happen, really. But, my sister’s boys, and my two older kids formed some sort of alliance while we were at the beach. They were virtually inseparable. Everything, and I do mean almost everything, was done together. So much so that we began calling them the rat pack. These are some of my favorite pictures of their antics! I thought I would let you in on some of their fun…
Chocolate Chip pancakes at the Hot Diggity Diner. We ate at this place often enough over the course of the week that they called this “their table.”
The Rat Pack walking on the beach with Papa.
Squeezed in with Nanny, after purchasing too much candy at the favored store, “It’s Sugar.”
Standing at the edge, a moment of being still – however short lived…
The gang – our crazy Rat Pack, in their signature Cards’ hats that Papa gave them.
The rainy day fort… complete with every pillow from our condo, three sleeping bags and two lacrosse sticks, which were used as guns for protection from the rogue pre-schooler running around.
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