I’m so thankful we took our annual beach trip early this year. We typically go at the end of August or Early September, but I can only imagine the amount of swelling and misery I would be in at roughly 8 months pregnant. I think my feet are swelling just thinking about it.
The house we stayed in was lovely. Steps from the beach with plenty of space for everyone and a little pool. Probably one of the nicest I’ve stayed in. In total there were 8 adults and 7 kids, including a little bitty tiny baby Grady at a mere 2 months old.
In the days leading up to the trip I was in a frenzy because the forecast was awful. Tropical Storm Bonnie was set to arrive at the same time we were. Blah. By a stroke of good fortune Bonnie decided to not hover over Garden City for any real amount of time. We had a couple of days were it rained a little off and on, but we were able to spend quality time every day on the beach and in the pool.
Colette had a blast. She had kids to play with. A pool. And an ocean. I think all she really needed was the ocean, though. If we were on the beach, she was in the water. She started out a little timid, but by the end of day 2 she was running around and jumping waves all by herself.
By the end of the trip she was also jumping off the side of the pool and swimming around on her own (in her puddle jumper, of course). A little fish, that kid.
The only negative I have to say about the trip is that it was too short. That’s generally the case with the family beach trips, though. Maybe we shoot for 2 weeks next year.