I know some of you have been anxiously awaiting a post about our trip to the beach. Well, I'll be honest. It's not that I didn't want to post, or that I hadn't sat down to post about it. It was just the overwhelming task of deciding out of 98 fantastic pictures...which ones do I post?
George LOVED the beach. He liked to go out and swim in the waves with dad. He loved to chase the sea gulls across the beach while calling for them..."duh. duh." That translates to "duck." He liked the pool...but only the big one. No baby pools for George. He also did not want to be in any rafts, swim rings...nothing. He wants to be held where his legs and arms are free to feel the water. (Yes, his nickname is Mr. Independent.)
His absolute very favorite thing about the whole experience was the hose. Yes, the plain old water hose you use to wash off the sand. We had to carry him away from it kicking and screaming everytime we came in from the beach.
We had a great time. The weather was fabulous and the crowds were gone. We hope to make return again the same week next year. Anyway, are some of my favorite shots from the week.
