Oregon Coast...

So the babies and I left MacKay home and headed for the Oregon coast for my family reunion. The drive was lllllloooooonnnnnnngggggggg. Probably wont be going to the coast again any time soon. But once we were there we had a lot of fun. Part of the reason we go to the same location on the Oregon coast every time is for the Tillamook Cheese factory. I'm sure you all know of them for their cheese... but have you tried their ice cream? It is awesome! We make many many trips to the factory durring the reunion.This was our first year in Condos on the coast, we normally would camp at Cape Look Out, but figured this would be better with all the babies in the family now. So we spent a lot of time inside being that this is Oregon and the coast isn't the warmest place to be. So Grandma and Grandpa bough the kids a few toys to play with while we were inside. Keely kept having grandpa draw her different cars. Including Matter from the movie Cars. Racing Cousin Emily across the deck. Fun with Uncle James. My mom and Dad each have a sea kayak, so we all went out at some point. Here is Keely and Carter on their turn in the kayaks. Carter didn't like the water and the wet sand to much. They were too cold for him......he liked to fill up his pail with the dry sand. Grandma and Keely soaking up some sun. Keely liked to play horse shoes. And yes I know the stakes are way close, but Keely walked over to them anyways. Mom, Dad, Me, Carter and Keely.

We went on a walk on the beach and Keely got to walk Clio for a little bit.

While on our walk Keely followed behind us trying to flatten the sand back out from our foot prints. It was pretty cute to watch her. She also like to try and put the sand back in the ocean. But every time she picked up the sand the wind would blow it in her eyes. So she kept rubbing her poor little eyes with sandy hands. This is how it went... in order... Rub eyes, pick up sand, rub eyes again, then throw sand into the wind, and rub eyes once more. Then she repeated all of these steps multiple times. Poor thing.