life at the beach

The sun is hot here, super, 'I can't even open my eyes due to the intensity', hot.  Most of our summer {and what I used to consider "Fall"} has been associated with some sort of water activity.  Even the beach is hot and the "cold" ocean water is not cold, I would call it luke warm {aka not that relieving to the hot sun}.  With all that considered we have not been to the beach that much.  Carson is still little {well I can still call him "little" in the baby sense but maybe not so much in the weight category}. He gets hot quick and enjoys eating the sand WAY too much.

Our last venture only lasted a couple of hours but honestly, the amount of time was perfect.  Carson slept on the way up there and both of them slept on the way home.  Just the right amount of time.

Carson is FEARLESS!  Every day he amazes me.  Either he is trying to go head first in the vast body of water or climbing off a large folding chair, head first.  He knows no boundaries and pushes and pushes until someone {himself} gets hurt.  On this occasion he decided he knew how to swim.  Constantly, he would crawl as fast as he could straight into the waves and guess what happened, he would be plummeted with water.  He would cry for about 30 seconds and do the same thing over again.  Quite frankly I was exhausted after this go around. 

Madison understands her limits and has such a great time.  Running away from the waves is her very favorite.  Up and down and back and forth she ran for the entire 3 hours.  She would laugh at Carson getting drowned {yes, I was present so maybe not entirely drowned, she may have laughed harder, sisterly love}.

When we move away from the ocean {someday} I think I will miss the fun of watching the children but honestly, vacations are just enough of the sand in everything and the sun's heat radiating. 

Here he goes {for the umpteenth time}

And this happens, every time

Trying to recover

Being mad at the ocean for doing that!