This year we meant to stay IN Seaside but because of an annoying mistake made by the rental agency we used (too long of a story to explain) we lost the home we had chosen back in August. (Yes that is how excited I get about Seaside...I book 9 months in advance.) After spending about 12 hours on VRBO I found a house 6 houses down from Seaside (since Seaside was practically booked in it's entirety by that time)...but the benefit was that this house was ON the beach. We were seconds away from all the shops and restaurants, I could still let the older kids go by themselves for lunch or shopping or to hang out with friends in Seaside, but with the beach steps away, we had nice and easy access to our place.
Not as cute as a Seaside house by any means, slightly outdated...think Brady Bunch (or Mad Men?), but it worked perfectly for us and I fell in love with it instantly. I think the family had just started renting it out-it was a family gathering spot for generations. It had such a sweet sentimentality about it. As old as the house was it was in pristine condition inside and out-very well taken care of. You know how much I love the beautifully decorated Seaside houses, but there was something a little more genuine "beach cottage" here.
A beautiful shell collection in the front hallway-my little ones loved this.
Cutting edge-about 40 years ago?
You needed to see a close-up of that paneling in the kitchen didn't you?
Jeff went grocery shopping at least 3 times that week (I never did once! Heaven!). We sort of have a junk food bonanza on vacation. And Jeff loves the White Mountain bread from Publix-talks about it all year and I honestly think we went through about 10 loaves with all the kids we fed. Patrick ate about 3 PB & J's daily.
Patrick was thrilled to find toys and books.
Vintage books might I add...my favorite kind.
Abbey and I thought these were the best light fixtures ever:
This plaque cracked me up (just as it should be right?), and I'm dying to know the story behind it:
One of the things that enticed us (besides the on the beach part and the 4-weeks-before-vacation desperation part) was that it had 3 large bedrooms, each with their own full bath and outdoor shower. Where we usually "squish" into a place, this time we spread out, and it was nice for the older kids who had friends and cousins over throughout the week.
The little ones crashed early every night:
The back porch:
The steps to the beach:
We spent most of our time at the beach of course- we had the most beautiful weather, every minute of every day. Lucky ducks we were.
The Easter Bunny put kites in the Easter baskets.
We rented a paddle board for 3 days and it was well-used...even once by pregnant old me...although getting on that thing was quite a feat.
Abbey took this picture...yes the water is really that color and the sand is perfectly soft squishy sand.
Isaac and his friend went way way way out and did some diving and shell hunting.
Someone remind me to buy Matthew some sunglasses and a hat next time-he has my sun sensitive eyes.
Abbey and a friend went paddle boarding one day and neither were crazy about sea life. One time a school of leaping fish went right over the paddle board, and from the screams that followed I think every beach-goer far and wide thought these two girls were being eaten by sharks.
We saw Isaac for about 5 hours the entire week. To eat and/or to get money to eat. I did get to spend about 20 minutes with him to take his Senior pictures. The one thing I think is so great about this place (or that works well for us with our wide range of ages) is that I can give the older kids freedom and I feel it's completely safe...and no driving involved for the most part.
Abbey's bike-how cool is that.
A perfect reading corner.
A few more coming up soon-then I have to get back to real life.