Beachy Keen

This weekend was J's first visit to the ocean.  He has donned his bathing suit only twice before - swimming in the whirlpool bathtub at my parents and taking a quick evening dip in the pool (shaded, lukewarm water).  This trip was his first time listening to the surf, napping in the sand, and smelling tasting saltwater.  

He loved it.

Well, maybe love is a strong word.  Like?  No, that's not quite accurate.

He tolerated it.  Mostly.

On Saturday, we dipped him in the water only to hear a blood-curdling scream.  To his defense, the water was a bit chilly and it took our own breath away.  He expresses it a tad differently.  Making matters worse, I demanded T place him (sitting) in the sand where we spelled out his name.  Predictably, J face planted and enjoyed sand for an early afternoon snack.  He spent the rest of the afternoon napping under the makeshift shelter.

The next day, we were a bit more prepared and/or experienced.  After a quick trip to the store to purchase an actual beach umbrella, we set out.  Placing a tarp under our beach blankets, we avoided a second sand snack when J was rolling around happily.  We were determined to have him enjoy the water, so in we went.  Again, he let out a scream and began to cry.

However, shortly after, we all began to get used to the chilly water and it was fairly enjoyable!  In fact, the tears stopped, and we even captured a smile or two.

The best part of the weekend was ditching our tent and staying in a Marr.iott, lounging on the bed.  I wish every weekend was a beach weekend with my boys.