We tried first to go to Pine Island, which seemed like a really need place. However, once we got there it was so packed that there was literally no where to park. We drove around for a half-hour to no avail, along with about a dozen other cars. It would have turned into a full-on war if a space did open. So we waved the white flag, drove 45 minutes back home, stopped for ice cream, then drove another 45 minutes south to the next good beach. Thankfully, we weren't disappointed. The beach we went to was clean and beautiful and the water was splendid. Even my grandpa, a self-professed anti-beach guy (he thinks the beach is a little boring), said that he had such a nice time he'd like to go back there some time.
|Cuddling and watching Elmo on Daddy's phone, which was supposed to help her nap.|
Nap? Hah! Hah! (Clearly her words, not mine.)
|Perhaps slightly terrifying.|
|But she loved them!|
|See? I actually do get in water. It just has to be at least 84 degrees.|
After that, all we heard for days was, "Poo? Poo?" Which means "pool," obviously.
And then, of course, we played Dominoes.