Beach. Love.

We just got back from the beach, and every time we go, it gets better and the kids get easier. Knock on wood. Not that we need to because we already know that the next time we take a trip there we will be taking a newborn, and it will not be easier. But has been until this point. Not that we don't still have those frustrating-exhausted-kids-in-a-restaurant moments. We had a couple. But still, it's easier than it used to be. And the kids love, LOVE the beach and the pool and the sand - everything about it.  Here's the story...

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Can I just say how much I love this girl? She accessorizes herself for the ride to the beach. Love.

 We were headed out the the beach, and these two were so silly... Dear Time, please can you just slow down? 

Both of the kids went through a period of being afraid of such a huge amount of sand as this. This time we gave B a shovel and told him that the seashells were treasure. He was all about going to dig for some treasure like the tough pirate that he is :)

This girl actually does treasure the seashells...

On day 2, my sister and my parents showed up with the twins and got the beach party started. We cooked a big family breakfast most mornings, and the kids had some fun cracking the eggs. (There was  plenty of supervision, and Jane Bradley cracked almost all of them).

Most days we went out on the boat at least once, which is my favorite part. We saw a dolphin on the way to Tacky Jacks...

And stopped off at some of the little islands in the bay to pick up about a hundred hermit crabs and let them go again...

Of course, Beckham's favorite part of the trip was playing in a restaurant playground because it had some old jet skis that were for kids. He would have been happy to spend every day in that little fenced off square. 

Here's a picture of me on the beach... 

Have some fun this weekend :)