We're getting a little weird at the beach...

Marck and me were in the ocean somewhere slightly downwind from our condo, catching waves in and tumbling about. The waves start getting bigger...Jessica stands up and attempts to walk against the current back towards where the family is sitting. Marck doesn't notice this, and catches a wave, running unceremoniously right into his sister:

"You got in the way of that awesome wave!! It was huge...as big as a small wooly mammoth!"


After a successful game of "Take Two" (sometimes known as "Bananagrams"), Daddy tries to act humble:

"Well...I got to spell 'oinker'. What more does anybody want in life than to spell 'oinker'?"