Babies love beaches!

It started with a road trip. Not sure if any of you have been on a road trip with an infant but it takes everything you have to get through one in one piece. Patience, strength of will, resolve, and about three hundred toys. If possible, position the baby with all 300 toys at once, plus a burp rag for those messy times. Let's listen into what happens when the rubber ducky hits the road during a 6 hour drive, shall we?


[To get in the mood, imagine continuous wailing in the background]

Me: Hush little baby don't say a word...where's the rattle, rattle RATTLE!? Oh, I'm sitting on it. Here! HERE!! [rattle rattle] Froggy? Want the frogg...you don't want the %&@# frog. CT, CT? HEY! PACI STAT! What do you mean you PACKED the paci. [Mumbles] Packing a paci, stupid man. Luckily the frog's eye will have to do. Here are some rings, you like the rings, ooooo riiiiings! You look sleepy, here is night night bear. Yes, sleepy weepy time.

Once there, we unpacked, got settled. We chose, as usual, a little motel a short walk from the beach. It is all we care to afford and since everything is sandy anyway, there really is no point in paying for something classier. What, do they have classy sand at those hotels? Excited to see how Oliver would like the water, we stuffed him unceremoniously into his stroller and pushed him out to sea, ahem, to see the sea... humors didn't improve...
The nice thing about the ocean is that it sounds oddly like that peaceful nature sound setting on Oliver's bouncy seat. So soon, we were having a grand old time playing in the waves while the child slept. Don't worry, we hired a babysitter.

We had a blast at the coast all in all. CT made some buffalo wings for 8 hours one night and if I hadn't of fallen asleep, I am sure they would have been delicious. It was so much fun seeing the baby's first reaction to sand, and playing with him in the pool.