BEACH DAYS

18th Street = our beach

Every time we got to the beach entrance James told us 1) I'm SO happy we're at the beach now!, 2) We need to buy a house in Florida! (so we can go to the beach all the time), and/or 3) I LOVE you mama/daddy! (a sure sign he's a happy little clam). Little man is definitely a beach kid at heart!

He definitely felt like he was king of the world out there...

That's a toy snake in his hand...



Swallowing a bit of salt water makes Cora angry. We had to keep a towel and water bottle handy for her to use whenever a wave knocked her down so she didn't throw a fit.

Buster liked the waves too, but he got hot quickly and then just sat under Gramma's chair in the semi-shade (even though it was early evening the first day when we took him), so he only made this one trip to the beach.

We all wrote our own names in the sand. Cora is acting as a size comparison for some reason.

Daddy misses the beach. A lot. He really enjoyed swimming with James and burying Cora in the sand. Hence the reason we went 5 times in 4 days!

Jay couldn't resist turning her into a mermaid...

This is how you quickly release someone buried in the sand! (video demo below) Her preferred method of burying was to dig a hole deep enough to stand in waist-deep, then tightly pack the sand around her. 

This was the only day we made it to the beach at low tide. The vast expanse of soaking wet sand was like a whole new experience for the kids. They loved it, but I think James preferred high tide when he could run down mini sand dunes into the waves.

While James almost never left the waves, Cora spent most of her beach time digging and sitting in holes (with our assistance, of course). This one was tricky because there was a thick layer of coquina beneath the sand.

Note the pile of coquina to the right. That stuff is hard to scoop!