We headed to the Outer Banks for our big Seibert vacation this weekend. We rented a huge house on the beach and are having a good time with 15 people under one roof.
This morning we headed to the Currituck Beach Lighthouse. It was built in 1875 and you can even climb all 214 steps to stand on the top.
I wanted to climb to the top, so mama mustered all the courage she could find and took me up the iron grates and wide set rails that were called stairs. She and Grandpa took turns breaking out in cold sweats and hugging the walls on the landings.
Eventually, we made it to the top and even looked off the edge. That little white and red speck in the shadow is papa and Juner waiting for us at the bottom.
None of us kids were afraid of heights and spent our time on top scaring mama and Grandma by doing things like putting one foot up on the rail.
Here's the whole crew that made it to the top. The walk done was pretty slow and mama refused to let me go down without holding her hand.
June, Evie, Annalise and I posed in front of the big lighthouse.
Mama wanted a family shot, but guess who didn't want to stand still? This action shot is the best we got.
June is really walking everywhere, which gave me a great opportunity to assult her with a pamphlet.
The Tallers got a nice picture.
Later, we walked over to the Sound. Juner got a hand from Grandma and Grandpa.
Grandma and June played on the bridge.
And we all took a minute to relax in the gazebo on the water.
I was pretty excited when papa showed me the parking lot for boats.We stopped in at the nature center, which was featured duck decoys, a collection of outboard motors and a small aquarium. We weren't so interested in the exhibits but had a good time playing chase. Remember that this roar represents only 4/7 of the grandkids. It's twice as loud when all of us are together.
Mama suffered a very serious injury tonight when she was walking back from the beach. She and June fell down the boardwalk steps. June hit the ground, but luckily she's okay. Mama didn't fare so well. She scraped up her legs and twisted her right ankle. She's had to spend all night with her foot elevated and iced, but it's actually been pretty nice. No diaper changing, no bath giving, no food fetching. Lucky for papa, there are 6 other adults who have helped out with me and Juner and mama's constant requests. (Mama, we don't think frozen margaritas are the recommended pain treatment.) 
