We went to Omoa, an old fort, over
the Thanksgiving weekend. Breck and I had a great time climbing all over
the old cannons, running up and down the ramparts, and pretending that
we were locked in jail. We even got to go to the beach afterwards and splash
around. There are lots more pictures
from the fort here.
That was sure a lot more fun than
the days before. Mommy, Breck, and I were all sick and kind of did nothing
but lounge around and feel miserable. The one I really feel sorry for,
though, was Daddy, since he had to take care of us all!!
