Beach vacations with babies are, as I've been told before, just trips. Not really vacations. That said there is nothing like being a walk from the beach and being able to dip my toes in the Atlantic whenever I want.
Because I'm taking way too many pictures I figured I should start posting some now. Turns out many of you like seeing pictures of our real life- or so I think.
It only took two years for me to wear the Tilley hat I got at our wedding. It's turning out to be a great beach hat- no hot head here.
Dinners on the patio can't be beat.
Owen watching some racing with Uncle Benny
Anderson is a fan of the backpack we got from a garage sale last summer. $30 well spent. He's also incredibly protective of his beach chair which means one of us has ended up sitting on a towel!
We've gotten a lot of beach time except for today when thunder rolled in and we were told to head back home. No rain came, and no big storm. Admittedly Benny and I were okay with the break from wrestling a very sandy baby.
One of the best parts of the trip has been watching the cousins become little buddies. So so precious.