So, we were looking forward to his second trip to the beach. Outside. Sand to play in, wind (he couldn't get enough in Chicago). Plus the fact that he loved it. last year.
So. We thought the beach would be fun for him.
Not so much.
He didn't like the loose sand. He didn't like the wet sand. He didn't like the firmly packed and slightly damp sand for more than 10 minutes and wouldn't sit on it for anything. He didn't like the waves. He didn't like the water.
Pretty much the only thing that he liked was his shovel and bucket and sitting in his little froggy chair with his legs sticking out in front of him.
After a few days we convinced him (with flip fops and t-shirt on) to squat and dig in the dirt.
|Dirt. We couldn't call it sand. He would flip out.|
|Cuteness back in 2007!|
|The view from under our tent.... If only I'd gotten to spend more time here!|
Not the traditional beach trip, but it was ours.... and we are already thinking about next year!