The little guy was not happy to be leaving. Neither was the big guy. Or the girl.
The beach really outdid itself this time. Nash is at such a fun age. To him, everything is ridiculously fascinating. And exciting! And incredible!! He couldn't wait to see how quickly he could get sand in every nook and cranny possible. I timed him - he's quick. Like, qualify for the Olympics quick.
There isn't a Get Real Sandy event in the Olympics? Shame.
This was only a few short months ago and already he looks 17 years older. SOB.
A shovel and a bucket is the direct way to that childs heart. He will most certainly love you forever. And ever and ever, and never leave you until he's 30 and then moves next door.
See? Bucket and shovel people. Bucket and shovel.
We played and played and played. All day long we played.
And then things got a little...cheeky.
Who knew it wasn't a nude beach? So we got
ourselves him dressed and called it a day.
We hauled our boogie boards in.
He's one cute boogie boarder wouldn't you say?
But he eventually gave up and hitched a ride in.
But we had pizza calling our names. Right behind that adorable little lighthouse.
And when pizza calls our names....
And now I wanna go back.