Because my parents are heroes, they took our children to the beach for an entire week this summer. They rented a house in Groton Long Point, an adorable beach community that felt a little bit like going back in time. It's safe to say the boys enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I'm fairly sure my parents did too. The rest of us crashed the party for the weekend. When I arrived early Friday afternoon, the boys were tearing around the house, still in their pjs, pretending to be sled dogs. Pretty standard stuff for this crew.
They took field trips to Old Mystic Village and the Nautilus submarine. As I'm sure everyone knows, Groton is the "Submarine Capital of the World." Or so their signage claims.
Forcing Papa Doc to build a scale model afterwards (B's sole contribution was putting the guns on at the very end).
My little mermaid.
Steeling themselves to plunge into the icy waters.
The GLP playground.
Masters of the photo bomb.
They spent way more time playing in this kayak in the backyard than out on the water. Including putting on a talent show one night. The next day, the neighbors came over (we feared to tell us to keep it down in the early morning hours) to share how much they enjoyed the show and all of the boys' antics.
Heading out on the open seas.
Bidding farewell to the GLP.