Because you didn't get enough the first time. Just thought you could use one last glimpse of my first voyage out to sea.

PDA. What, I was told to give my best representation of what a Father's Day card should look like. And then, I threw in this ridiculously hip art deco lamp with a copper-looking base. It would have to be the first object ever of which he balked at the price and then decided to take back [for one that was less expensive and more to his liking].

Exposed! I tried my darnedest to hide my affinity for the granulated stuff. But you just had to capture the evidence on film, didn't ya? All the clues are there. You've got me chowing down. I'm heading back for seconds in the next frame. Then, you had to show the sand-goatee along with my plea to Mommy. One taste of sand and you'd be hooked, too. But thankfully, I wasn't the only one who was exposed on this trip.

Those catcalls! Mom! You're embarrassing me. What do you think this is, some sortof runway?

Destined to be a screensaver. I told you: I didn't want any of these to be used against me as screensavers. And before the trip was even over, Mommy was touting this one as the next big thing in desktop imagery.

Eat your heart out. Yes, it was like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Only a little more picturesque and crumbly.

A family portrait. It was one of those hip-hop hat occasions. And then, we took a moment to gaze at a kite nearby.

So long, sand & sea. Just when I was beginning to get used to the life of leisure, we failed to even sign our comments in the guest book. Thank goodness for this electronic journal. Otherwise, you might have your doubts that it even took place.

The fundamentals of a late morning in the sand. Allow the pretty girl to apply the sunscreen, while Daddy sits back and chills.

Can I take a peakaloo? I was searching for something; I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Swimsuit issue. In preparation for his beach debut, Isaac decided to perform some of his regular daily tasks in a wetsuit. The flotation devices he stuffed in there presented a challenge for anyone who was hoping to get a hug out of the boy. So they were deemed unnecessary for Holden Beach.

Bathing-beauty-boy down by the seashore. On the third of June, Isaac's life-long dream of visiting the coast of North Carolina was finally realized. It was one of those weeks that he said he would never forget. But memories fade quickly; so here are a few of the highlights in the form of pictures along with Isaac's commentary.

You are getting sleepy. If there's anything my grandpa knows, it's how to take full advantage of sleepy-time at the beach. We spent a good portion of the trip meditating hammock-style.

The indelible Jo. I was introduced to my mother's close friend from college, Joanna, on Monday. I knew right away that she was a sensible creature: a woman who had nice penmanship and knew her way around the beach. Maybe not this beach, but she was a sandlover, for sure. She spoke of her recent adventures, which took place in Australia and New Zealand. Those beekeepers sure do know how to cut a rug! If only I could have one more dance.

Father-son material. Just so you don't think I spent the entire trip snoozing with Grandpa & flirting with Jo, it actually was a good chance to bond with my papa. But sometimes our discussions led me to make these hasty impulsive decisions towards diving off the couch.

In my head, in my heart, in my soul... The sunset sky has a way of giving everyone that glow of romance. My Uncle Jason & Aunt Catherine sure look carefree here.