virginia beach

A few weeks ago we hopped on a plane and headed to Virginia Beach for some vacationing with my side of the family. 

First of all, there should be a special place in heaven for those who survive a 5 hour flight with 2 little kids without raising their voice. Or throwing their peanuts. 

I'm going...Jake...not so much.

Kidding. Kind of. :) 

The highlight of the plane ride for Rhett was trying his first piece of gum. 

The poor boy was a little confused at what to do with it.

Obviously Virginia is very different then Arizona, landscape wise, so everywhere we drove Rhett was convinced we were in the jungle. 

I'm sure it's not a surprise that we spent a lot of the time at the beach. 

I promise Rad was with us on this trip. After taking him to the beach one morning and having it be a disaster, (pushing a stroller through the sand...SO HARD!) he usually spent time with his grandparents back at the beach house.

And of course I felt the need to get an awesome jump shot in front of the waves.

Fail. 

Does this count?

This 3 year old loved the beach so much that he got a little perturbed if we didn't get ready fast enough.

And please promise me if you are ever in Virginia Beach you will go here. 

And order this. 

A huge, gooey cinnamon roll with ice cream and hot fudge sauce. 

Calories don't count on vacation.

The best part was spending time with my siblings.

Oh vacation...why do you have to end?