Photo album from Hunting Island

Just back from a whirlwind trip to the beach -- the first for Owen. We joined my parents at the cabin they'd rented for the week on Hunting Island. Rob abandoned us early for a meeting back in Columbus (and rode 11 hours through the night on a Greyhound, plus stood in line in Atlanta for 2 more, to get back for it). I drove the boys back alone today. So.... coming Sunday: How to barely survive a road trip driving solo with a three-year-old and a three-month-old.

But first the pleasant things. Here's a mini slideshow of our get-away.

Cozy quarters in our two-room cabin, so on Rob's one night with us, I got one twin bed, Will got the other and Rob opted for the hammock instead of the sofa. Until a thunderstorm drove him in at 3 a.m. The south end of Hunting Island is undergoing fast-paced beach erosion. It adds a sort of foreboding ring to the phrase "ocean-front cabin." But for now it makes for an amazing cabin-going experience. We viewed dolphins daily from the living room windows and high tide swept in less than 20 feet out from the house.

Will ran up and down our stretch of deserted beach and splashed in the warm surf for hours and hours.

Water play.

Owen takes in the waves with Grandpa.

Stubborn Will refuses to be photographed on our sunset stroll down the pier, then suddenly and cheerfully changes his mind -- only to feign sleep.