Life's A Beach, and Then... You Get Sand In the Eye

Last Sunday we took MRA out to Lido key. It had been an eventful morning in which he had only slept in the car for a few short stints. I tried to put him down his crib but, really, that just pissed him off. He was on fire, WWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA for a full thirty minutes.

It was at that point that we decided (in a moment of brilliant clarity utter stupidity) to take a trip to the beach. One would think that we make it there pretty often considering we are a mere 7 miles from beautiful white sand and clear blue water but, in reality, life keeps getting in the way this year.

What we do do is talk about it. In a moment of spontaneity, we decide to pack up and head out. We pack the towels, the baby tent, the diaper bag, the umbrella, every one's various bottles of sunscreen, food for MRA and a couple of drinks for us and arrive promptly at 3 pm.

The good news about getting to the beach at this time of day is PARKING! So we park, we unload the car and load Jonathan up like surfin' Sherpa, I grab the kiddo and we head toward the sand.  About halfway to the water, Jonathan turns to me and says, "Did they widen the beach?" Neither of us could remember the walk being so long but then again, neither of us had ever to walk it carrying a 20lb baby and 20lbs of accoutrement.

We finally get to our spot, set up, and Morgan crawls off to play and explore the sand.

Except, he discovers he does not really like sand. He was particularly unhappy being the human version of "Shake and Bake" that his little body had become.

So, off we go to set him in the water in the hopes it would rinse off some of the sand.

He splashed.

He crawled.

He got hot and tired.

And then, he got sand in the eye (and some salt water, too.)

Aaaaand at 3:45, we resumed our roles as Sherpas and headed home.

Next week, a sand free, inflatable kiddie pool in the driveway! See you next year Lido Key.