A beach getaway with three kids requires lots of excess baggage. Sand toys, snacks, pool toys, snacks, portable crib, snacks, stroller, snacks, diapers, snacks, swim diapers, snacks...! I'm rarely delighted to say I drive a minivan, but when it's time to pack for a trip, I'm actually thrilled to say I drive a minivan.
While checking in to our hotel, Micah was greeted by Captain I-Forget-His-Name and his Parrot. Although Grady Lee is my kid that loves animals, he wanted nothing to do with petting or getting near the bird.
After getting to our room and scoping things out, we quickly changed into swimsuits and hightailed it to the pools. Yes, the pools. There were 10 of them, and five more that we had access to at the adjoining hotel. We never mentioned those pools to the boys because it would only mean more work to venture over there. And we never mentioned the bowling alley or arcade that were just a few floors up from our room. What they don't know won't hurt them.
All I know is that by the time we got back to the hotel and had kids showered, they were asleep - soundly - in a matter or minutes. That's the beach life... play hard and then sleep hard.
The next day came bright and early with two little boys asking to go swimming - asking to go swimming when it wasn't even 8:00 am yet. Um, no. I don't think so. A cartoon in their bedroom kept them occupied while Grady and I tried to ease into the day and gear up for adventures at the beach. But, more about that tomorrow. I've got to sort through all these pictures first...