We first went to the beach house when this little girl was 11 weeks old.
She's come a long way since, and enjoys pride of place as our family's little princess.
Isaac thoroughly soaked by the waters of the Bay of Fundy. He's even managed to trail some sort of seaweed from his nose.
Consummate Joseph.
Ditto.
The water here is quite cold and the rocks, without shoes, are nearly impossible to walk on if one weighs over 100 pounds. I didn't make it very far.
Dave only enters these waters as part of half-marathon training - the ice-bath recovery.
Ben doesn't like this photo of himself, but I think his fuzzy hair makes him look very bear-like.
I'm not quite sure.
Mommy-blogger fail. I should have taken a photo of my feet.
My sister, a religious sister, was given some money to take one of the kids out to do something fun. As an avid horse lover, her first thought was horses, and Hannah was the lucky recipient of an afternoon spent on the trails outside of Halifax.
In real time, we are about a month out from the newest baby's arrival. I have officially slowed down, more than with any other pregnancy outside of the twins'. It's true, pregnancy gets harder with age!
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