
Recently Kris and I came to the realization that Abby is nearly 13 months old and still hasn't gotten the chance to hit up the beach. That may be another stroke of 'Bad Parenting' on our parts, it may not. With Alayna, we had her out to the beach three weeks after she was born. Couldn't wait to get sand in that kid's umbilical cord. With Abby? Not so much.
But, as you all know, Abby's the second child... which more or less means we don't care as much this time around. The novelty of having a kid wears off. Real quick.

It just so happened that, as we were thinking about our beach-oriented parental negligence, it also came to our attention that the shuttle Atlantis - last of NASA's shuttle fleet - was going to be launching. Now, we had already said to ourselves, "We have to hit this one up - it's the last one." We've lived down here in Florida for four and half years, and we've seen about a half dozen shuttle launches... all from our vantage point in scenic Orlando.


Behold:
Attempting to get the girls in the water...
...and again.
...and again.
So, after about 45 minutes of trying to get our kids to splash around in the waves, Atlantis, last of NASA's shuttles, blasted off from Cape Canaveral:
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