July 27 - August 3
There is not crying in the picture... just silly faces.
Another year at Daytona Beach with the Russ family has come and gone. These annual Russ beach trips have taken place every year for longer then Blake has been alive. There was russtaches (this year Blake kept shaving his off piece by piece, from triangles to zig-zags, then a funny goatee and finally to the Charlie Chaplin he sported till the last day), drippy castles, throwing kids and Johnny in the pool, dominating the hot tub, braiding hair, Olympics every night, junk food, game nights, buggy-boarding, crab hunting, a night at the movies, and lots of memories made. This year the little boys could not get enough of the shovels, they would dig holes all morning and into the evening if they could. While the older boys were all about catching a shovel full of dirt, they too could not get enough of it. A couple of long time friends and a few of the Santos family were able to stop by throughout the week as well. Basically it was a nonstop party.
Until next summer when Russ's from across the country are reunited for a beach week vacation.