To the top, well not for me.....

This morning, the boys decided that they would like to tour the St Augustine lighthouse, which they claim is the oldest in the United States. Got there, and it has 219 steps to the top of it. I was ruled out as a contender, so poor Miss Bette was elected as the escort. Surprisingly, poor Cooper almost pooped out on the climb, but they all made it, and have a certificate proving it. We then thought we would make our way to an estuary preserve up at Ponte Vedra, but the guys decided they would rather play bocce ball and swim. Afternoon naps for all, then we went up to Cracker Barrel for our Sunday dinner with the Kingstons, then stopped at the outlet malls for a bit so Cooper could get his Addidas bag like his brother got last night- Sadly, at about 5, the van pulled out with Tina and the boys on their way back to Carolina. We'll be seeing them at home by next weekend, though.