Happiness is a Root Canal

Just ask my sister, Laura.  She flew out for a root canal from Randy which was too bad for her but great for me.  We used to fight like cats and dogs when we were little but I'm happy to say that those days are over.  Now we talk and talk and talk.  We talked while we biked.  We talked while we ran.  We talked while we made food {Pioneer Woman's heavenly salsa}.  We talked while we drove.  We talked while we went sightseeing.  The only time we didn't talk was when we were reading which made me feel like I was a kid again because we always read in our room we shared together.  It stinks not having a mom but having a sister is a pretty great substitute.

We biked to the beach.  I pulled the boys there, which was mostly downhill, and Laura pulled them back home, mostly uphill.  I love that she is in such great shape!

We discovered a new beach! 

It's beautiful but not a good one for swimming

But the humongous houses along the beach are a nice perk.

Because we only have a handful of weekends left in RI {I refuse to count exactly how many because I'm in denial that we leave on July 24th} we took Laura along on our family trip to Block Island.  It was no small task getting all the bikes loaded and down to the ferry dock but Randy is the man.  Ethan is the greatest for keeping up with all of us even though his bike is small, without gears, and there were a lot of hills. 

Riding the Block Island ferry

Marcus was born a teenager

Ethan is in heaven at the beach

We saw this boat with the excavator tip over and sink.  Someone got fired that day.

I love my Parker

Took this one for Linz.  I love the black sand

No filter or photoshop on this pic.  It's just that beautiful

Bookends

Rocks + water = hours of entertainment

I want this license plate on my van

Randy pulled the boys around the island with our very heavy, very full of stuff, Chariot.  Didn't even break a sweat!

Block Island, you were a dream.  The epitome of all things New England from lighthouses and rocky beaches, to seafood and grumpy locals.  Thanks for the memories!