We've been sticking to our "do it while the weather is nice and Wendi feels good" adventure schedule. So this past Saturday we went to Kizkalesi.
The sign outside of the castle. Once again, the English translation of Turkish is done so badly, you can barely read it. I will never understand why they don't find someone who speaks English to help check translations ... or spellings. The baseball fields here on Base all say "Keep Of The Grass." Sigh ...
I really believe that the boys need only a big pile of rocks to entertain themselves with. They LOVE rocks! Because they didn't have any pockets themselves, Isaac began "borrowing" my pockets to carry his treasures. "Daddy'll love this," he always says when he finds one when JB is at work.
More rocks. I find these things EVERYWHERE -- primarily in the seat cushions of their car seat and the couch.
No amount of rotating could get a good angle to demonstrate this picture from.
After our time at the castle, we headed to the beach. It went well until Isaac got wet. He was distraught with the idea of being wet and proceeded to cry for the next half hour or so.
But prior to the "wet times" the boys played like crazy in the dirt. I just love seeing my guys get dirty. Am I the only mom who thinks like that?