This could have easily been titled: The Day The Beach Blew, or The Beach Blows. And not even remotely because we didn’t have fun; we had an absolute blast! But. It just so happened that after our hour-long drive to the beach, to meet up with cousins I haven’t seen in four years, there were 20+ mph winds. Which means “red flag” which means: don’t go in the water. This isn’t on the sign when we parked, but it also means: beware of blowing sand.
I still can’t tell if I got sunburned over the weekend, or if the blowing sand just exposed my third layer of skin. It’s a toss up.
In true Adaline-fashion, she fell asleep within minutes of getting to the beach. Thank goodness we borough the Baby Bjorn
lifesaver bouncy, and covered her up with a towel to keep the sun off her… on account of us ditching the umbrella, for fear it was going to become a kite. London ended up spending the first half hour at the beach completely freaked out over the blowing sand, and covered herself in a towel on a blanket. All you could see was her pony tail sticking out of the top, and if you uncovered her face, she closed her eyes and assumed we couldn’t see her. Peyton had the time of her life, playing with her cousins, but mostly going on beach walks with grandma. Hard telling who enjoyed it more!
Once Addy woke up, we decided it was time to head out, since she wanted to be held, but the blowing sand wasn’t her favorite. We left at a good time, since Peyton passed out the minute we got on the road, and Adaline was right behind her. London (of course) powered through the afternoon with no naps, and woke up today with the sun.
round beach towel | mexican blanket | my bikini top | my sunglasses | my earrings | addy’s romper is old, here’s a similar one | addy’s hat | baby chair | diaper bag | london’s swimsuit is sold out, different print here
Happy Monday, friends!!