This summer my family rented a beach house. I guess they've been doing it for a while, but I haven't had enough leave from work to really partake in a few years. "/ I'm glad I was able to make it work this year. It was nice to get to spend so much time with my kids, my Mom, and my sisters and not have to worry about work or swim school or any of that kind of stuff that typically eats up my normal week.
I'm having a difficult time deciding which picture to lead off with today. But, I think I might give the honors to Wallace. Wallace has had a rough summer with all of the water-based trips we've taken. He seemed to hate the lake, he liked the Frio (but only in small doses); I really didn't have much hope for the beach. He didn't like the ferry ride over, and certainly didn't want to get out of the truck, but I made him anyway. Needless to say...things weren't looking so great for hommie and the beach.
Our first evening there Jenny took the kids down to the water so they could play around in the sand and maybe stick their feet in the waves. After about an hour (literally an hour) of picking up sand and throwing it into the water Wallace stuck his big toe in. And within just a few more minutes he was 100% sold on the coast. I don't know what exactly caused the switch to flip, but I'm so glad it did!