It's become sort of a father's day tradition (okay we've done it twice) to go to Dillon Beach and camp out with all of Tom's family. This year might be the deal breaker for future visits...the wind blew pretty much nonstop at 50 miles per hour. Luckily we've fed Kaydie nothing but jolly ranchers and jelly beans, so she was heavy enough to not blow away in the gusts...
We were able to find one dune area where Kaydie really loved playing because of the landscape, the wind was redirected away from our eyes. She especially seem to enjoy the feeling of the sand over her hand and pouring through her fingers.
To be honest, I lost track of everybody else on this trip. People were coming and going, waiting, not waiting, I basically focused on little K and let the world keep spinning on its own.
(For those of you who were there, you'll notice that these pictures are not in order - this blog site is uploading things backwards now, and I'm not used to it, nor am I patient enough to move each one... so just be happy they're up, ok?)
Yes, those ARE socks on my hands. It was COLD! 
The boys:

Cheeto Head:

Grandpa Zetus came to celebrate Father's Day too!
The boys:
Cheeto Head:
Grandpa Zetus came to celebrate Father's Day too!