Sheep Shots

Here's where we were. Hattaras, NC.

The lighthouse has been moved back from the beach and is once again, climbable.

The Tiny Prince's mom and dad wanted to climb to the top. Carrying of babies (and other children) is not permitted, so Mammo and Daddo stayed on the ground with the Tiny Prince.

I would say "drat," but this was not exactly a "drat" moment.

You will just have to trust me on this.






The Tiny Prince does not travel light! In fact, his gear fills vast empty spaces in large car trunks.

This was "the big toy" that we brought along. Fortunately, it breaks down for transport.


It sings, it dances. It does everything but change diapers.


There are hangy things all over.


The Tiny Prince loves the Big Toy.









Here's the Tiny Prince enjoying the sand and surf. He really did enjoy it!


We slathered him up with SPF 30-something, then created shade.


You can now see why the all-in-one is called a frog suit.


Tiny sandals. B1G1 at the Mart of K.








Decor in the "cottage" (4 Bedroom, 2 bath) was on the beachy side. They had a real theme going, right down to the shower curtains!


Some of it was downright awful, but I took pictures anyway so we could rememeber it.

The dolphin lamps add a nice touch, don't you think?



Daddo and the Not-So-Tiny Prince had a lot of fun!

Truthfully, Rowan is about the most pleasant baby I have encountered in more than 20 years (yes,those would be my kids!).

He has a ready smile, a chuckle, a laugh, any time except when he's smelly or hungry.

And he loves to eat!




Here are the highlights:

It's 500 miles! Each way! From where we live to there with a short stopover to pick up passengers (TP and his mom).

The drive-on beach access sucks if you are walking because all the cars (4 wheel drive) full of fisherfolk have churned up the sand so badly that it's impossible to walk. However, the wooden walkway over the dunes is fine for walking. We learned this the hard way.

The water tastes like it smells. So we bought drinking water.

People brought dogs (I don't remember there being dogs in years past). There are cats all over.

There is a real grocery store (that's relatively new--but our last trip was nearly 20 years ago). The cottage had a "bonus buy" tag. That was a good thing, because everything has to be trucked onto the island.

Babies are fun to watch (and poke).

Little knitting happened. (I forgot my most basic tools--needle, scissors--at home.)

The weather was gorgeous most of the time (it rained on Wednesday).




At the end of the day, it's good to have a shoulder to sleep on (or to have a little head resting on yours).

I did not cry when we left the Tiny Prince, but I am tearing up now, so I will leave the rest to your imagination.

Labels: Tiny Prince, vacation