Our trip was spurred on by the fact that Andrew said he had never been to the Gulf of Mexico. Since it is all of 45 minutes from our house, we knew that a trip was a must.
Look at my beautiful baby all bundled up in a hodge-podge mix of clothes. We call this style "put on as many layers as possible so you don't freeze."
The boys wanted to stroll down the beach and look for shells and driftwood. Kari and I set up shop near the pier, and made a camp for the babies and ourselves. Can you tell we were cold? Look at poor Lincoln's cheeks!
He wasn't scared of the grand expanse of water. All he wanted to do was crawl around the blanket and play with the toys we brought. The only problem was that I just wanted him to stay under the blankets where it was warm.
Emmy convinced Kari to walk around with her so she could look for shells.
They came back pretty quickly so they could burrow back under the covers.
We did enjoy listening to the waves roll in and taking in all the beauty that comes with being at the beach.
Emmy decided that a dance and gymnastic performance was on our agenda. We buy so much stuff to make them happy, but I don't think anything we bought made her as happy as having our undivided attention while she performed and played. Food for thought next year when I am trying to decide what to buy for Christmas.
After a while, we decided to go and explore on the jetties. Kari found a walking stick and proceeded to start climbing and jumping way farther than she had any right to. She made some comment about needing to put her yoga pants to work...or something to that effect.
Before we knew it, we were chilled to the bone, and Dad called and said he was making chili at his house. That was all of the incentive we needed to pack our stuff up and head back to EC.
Lincoln's first beach trip was a success. Maybe next time he will actually get to go in the water. ;)
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