Dear Baby Boy-
Well, we survived it. The plane ride, I mean. Mom was more than a little anxious about sticking you in a confined space where they frown upon climbing and destroying and yelling. All the things you are really excellent at. But, you pulled through and we made it. Wahoo!
I had no doubts about whether or not you'd like the beach. It was a no brainer and as expected, you loved it. One of your favorite activities of the trip? Following Cole around and occupying the holes he diligently dug like a little hermit crab finding a new shell. It made him crazy a few times, but he just kept on digging and you just kept on following. That's what brothers are for, right?
There were a few things on the trip you didn't like. Things like mom trying to take your picture. Or someone trying to use your "favorite" shovel, and by "favorite," I mean whichever shovel they happened to be playing with. Or not getting to ride a bike with the big kids.
Ben telling Mommy, "no no," when she tried taking his picture.
A little sad when someone stole a shovel.
Feeding seagulls with Daddy.
Dumping sand on his head.
"Here Mom, have some sand."











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