Ethan and I recently acquired a jogging stroller on Craigslist (thanks to my wonderful husband who risked his life to pick it up for us -- not that I'm neurotic or anything). It's rare we have a day with no plans and such breezy, beautiful weather so I thought we'd take the jogging stroller for a spin near the beach. Once I saw how captivated Ethan was by the waves and the sand, we quickly made other plans.
It's not his first beach trip by any means, but it's the first trip where he's all but clawed his way out of the stroller to desperately get to the sand. We rented a cabana and snuggled for a while, watching the waves crash against the shore. My birthday is tomorrow and can I just say that this hour of cuddly-Ethan-bliss was the best gift ever?! We had a picnic of organic Mum-Mums and water in sippy cups and then it was time to explore his surroundings.
I only had to take sandy fingers out of his mouth once which was impressive considering how covered in sand Ethan was by the time we left. He was giggling and excitedly babbling to himself as he dug his fists in the sand and watched in awe as the sandpipers pecked at the shoreline in front of our toes.
Nothing beats Florida winters. Nothing. Well, that's not true. Tiny sandy toes? Those win tenfold.