A couple weeks ago I mentioned to Tyler we do not go to the beach enough. We literally live 3 miles from a gorgeous beach. Why don't we go more often? He took me up on my challenge and we have gone to the beach the last two Saturdays and it was a blast!
This last time we went was a little later in the day and Tidus was not in the mood to play. In true baby fashion, he fell asleep a few minutes before we parked the car. Therefore he was perfectly content to sit on the blanket and people watch.
Tyler is bound and determined to get Ted comfortable with the ocean. Being only 36 inches tall, any wave is a potential for being knocked down. So Ted is terrified. Plus the crashing waves are pretty darn loud.
By the end of the day Ted was having a blast jumping in the water and splashing daddy.
I carried Tidus down to the water. He screamed at me until I took him back to this blanket. This is him given me the stink eye for daring to remove him from his nice warm spot.
After a while Tidus began to throw sand onto the blanket so I kicked him off onto the beach and began burying his lower half. He had so much fun being buried in the sand that when Ted came to dig him out he gave a glare and pushed Ted away.
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