Sanibel

We went to Sanibel for the week of Thanksgiving. It was a fabulous week. Not a cloud in the sky most of the time, and though the weather was a bit cool it was much warmer than the 18 degrees we left behind at home.

Our first morning (notice the moon).

Bridges has been going to Sanibel his entire life. We now rent the unit below my in-laws and it works out quite well. His sister always comes at the same time and stays with them on the second floor, and we have two bedrooms downstairs.

We had quite an active week. Rollerblading, kayaking, biking, and swimming figured prominently in our adventures. Bridges played tennis with his dad a few times.

Kayaking through the mangrove forest

All four of us on bikes

Lee had a fabulous time looking for shells and swimming (outfitted with a new swim mask, she started touching bottom in eight feet of water and swimming underwater).

An advertisement for Sanibel

Clara enjoyed both of those activities in limited amounts, but stuck with her current dedication to books. She became very attached to a small version of Maurice Sendak's Nutshell Library, and carted it around most places, asking people to read the same four books over and over again. We started letting her bring the books on the beach, because otherwise she would want to go inside. So she would sit there happily for a long time, just looking at pictures.

What 2-year-old wants to play in the sand?

A bug we made out of pen shells

Having fun with limited toys....

All of us but Bridges

My Aunt Marge visited for Thanksgiving and stayed the night. At 87 she is going strong.