Chincoteague Island Beach Week

Howdy Carter Fans! This is the lil' man himself. Just got back from a busy week chillin' on the beach at Chincoteague Island. Here I am relaxing in the shade in my personal beach casita while everyone else runs around getting fried to a crisp in the noonday sun. Ha, eat it, nerds!

After my nap, I did get up and enjoy the fine feeling of sand between my toes. I even got my feet in the surf! Notice the wide-rimmed sun hat. People, this is a must. Don't forget, not only is your skin the biggest organ in your body, it's also the most viewed by far. I've got to live in this thing for a long time. Let's keep it pretty!

Time with the family means Dad apparently gets to pretend he's athletic for the benefit of those of us who don't know him well enough to sniff out the truth. He joined a tennis game, then the first ball he hit flew off the court, bounced off a bench and landed right between my legs. Hey, be careful down there, I might want to have children I can disappoint myself one day!

Seriously, Dad tries to play it off all cool, saying "Oh, I'm just trying to get Carter in the game!" Okay, first, I'm asleep over here. Second, kinda strapped in right now. Third, and perhaps the more obvious one, I'M A BABY. Why don't you move one court down and quit messing with my nap?

Dad also got to participate in beachfront frisbee, a sport I could get into... nobody looks down on you for getting your pants wet... and he juggled the soccer ball quite a bit with the other guys, inventing two signature moves, the "flailure" and the "suck-cess". Should be a matter of months now before I can beat him in most major sports... and I've started a training regimen to that end.

Here I am with my trainer, Uncle Freeman, practicing a little tummy time, which strengthens my neck muscles. This is a core exercise when you've got a head as big as I do. Freeman's head isn't as big as mine, but check out that nose... he can hold that shnozz up all day! I totally want to grow up like Uncle Freeman one day, well maybe minus the giant nose.

Uncle Sawyer was also around and he jammed on this thing called the guitar while I stared at the magic hole where the sound comes out. Can't wait until I'm big enough to steal that thing away and see if there's any special milk in the six metal nipples at the end of the neck.

This old guy smells like bug spray and gumbo and kept hanging around saying "Grandpa" with a dopey grin. Whoa, fellow. Some of us are still young enough to make time with the ladies and you are definitely going to mess with my game.

Overall, though, a pretty good trip, even though I picked up my second cold and was feeling pretty rotten on the way back, I still managed to sleep through the 10 hours in the car each way it took the parents to drive it. Slowpokes, I can't believe it's going to be more than 15 years before I can drive.

Here I am with Dad again. Notice once more the giant head and oversized proboscis. Jeez, Genetics never seemed more scary. I better go practice my neck crunches.

Well, that catches you up with last week, I'll be back soon with an update on this week and the visit from the Hoosier side of the family, you know, the ones that look more like Mom, or as I refer to her, "The Milkerator". Here's a preview....