Sand

This past week's trip to Cape San Blas, Florida was the boy's first to the ocean. Our first glimpse of water as we drove in just happen to be the bay. And to Charlie's disappointment, there was no sand. He soon learned differently as we rounded the corner and he got a look at the actual beach!


Sam preferred the beach to the pool and was perfectly content to dig in the sand or be held while jumping in the waves. But nothing in between. We could barely get him to touch the water if he wasn’t being held. I'm gonna chalk it up to lack of exposure and hopefully next year he will be a little more relaxed around the water.


And Charlie went from being a little leery of the water to borderline dangerous as he became overly confident in his ability to conquer the waves. Although, it really wasn't the water he was leery of. It was more the occupants of the water that provided some apprehensive thoughts.


This is what time out at the beach looks like. Hands must be in your lap because it’s really not a punishment to just simply be sitting in the sand. (Yes, I'm a horrible mom because I expect you to behave no matter where we may be. Vacation or not!) And just in case you were wondering, this is a typical "Sam look". Oh, he can grin ear to ear with the best of them. But 95% of the time, he has a permanent scowl on his face. He was pretty ticked off here, but then again, he looks ticked off most of the time.



And just a few more for the heck of it. (And Gammy & Gran, all the pictures are here...)








*And just a little bit of Cook Family trivia. Anyone remember where we had just returned from when we made the decision to move forward with the adoption process?? Yep, Cape San Blas!!