Camping in San Onofre, three days of almost my perfect dream vacation. Amazing, warm surf with my hubby, good food and margaritas, campfires on the sand, family everywhere, fun runs...Each day was perfect in it's own way...until Monday evening.
Like the little song, Which one of these things does not belong?
The kids slept with my mom and dad in their tent trailer...
Morning coffee and hot chocolates from our campsite...
paella, Thanks mom and dad!!
A bunch of my extended family drove up to visit...Love them!!
Eda Jean stories with Tata around the campfire...
...and then this happened. The monkey bars. ( Actually, Josiah would correct me and say it was the bar next to the monkey bar. His hands slipped and his feet caught.)
One surgery, two days and three pins later he was wheeled out...
Recovered one night at the campsite with the family (see Josiah in the stroller?) He was in so much pain, he was so brave and such a trooper. The nurses said he was "the toughest kid they'd ever seen."
Ryan took Josiah home a day early and Grandma and Grandpa from Chico got to spend some quality time with him. I spent Thursday finishing off day at the beach and then drove back Friday with the other two kiddos.
If nothing else, Beach Camp 2015 was a memorable one. At least we were in a great area with awesome hospitals and Josiah's break was a standard, common break for kids. I have my hopes high for a better trip next year!
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