Beach Pics. . . I Can't Even . . .

Ya'll. . .getting pics of four kiddos on the beach when one is 17 months old is not for the faint of heart.  I mean. . . I Can't Even. . .  

Brace yourself. . . it took three different nights of trying.

Night one

 The Fam

 Pic with Grammie and Papa

 Then heaven forbid I try to get another pic!

 Time to pout

 and smirk

 and be all of 17 months old

 Handsome!

 Gorgeous!

Please just hold your brother's hand. 

Running back to the condo pleased as punch that that was a bust. . . Ha!

Okay. . . Night two as a storm rolled in Madeline just laughs because she has NO plans of cooperating. Ha Ha Ha!

 Yep!  No plans!

 Zero!

 Ain't going to stand there!

 Hello Handsome!!

 And beautiful priss!

 Oh, you want your picture taken?!

 Yep, still not going to hold your brother's hand, huh?

 Well, I think I give up.  The storm is rolling in!

 Maybe one more shot.

 Madeline literally ran circles around the big kids who patiently waited and followed direction.

Time to throw sand.

And throw more sand.

Or lay down in the sand.  Whatever!

So we gave it up and headed in.

Well, the third time is a charm, right?!

 Here, hold the phone.  Maybe that will work?

 Not planning to sit today.

 Let's throw sand again.

 And dash off with the best sinister laugh ever!

 I love Wyatt's face in this one.

 Ya'll, this sweet mom walking by saw our futile attempts at trying to get a pic and came to help out by standing behind Matt and getting all the kids to look at the same time.  Wowzer!  

FINALLY! We have a framer.  Ha!! (Some of the others are framers too and the memories made. . . the BEST!)

So, until next time beautiful emerald coast!  We had an absolute blast!

Love, the Hills!