Galvestonized

As hinted by yesterday's post, we went to the beach again. We wanted to do one last hurrah while my parents were still in town. So we decided to go to Galveston this time, assuming that as a more touristy place, there would be better maintenance of the seaweed situation. And so it was! Plus we happened on a perfect parking spot right away and then got some Rita's Ice at the end. Our day at the beach follows:

It was so much much much better having no seaweed and a huge shore in which the boys could play. Ah it was so lovely.

Way to rock out the sneakers on the beach, dad! He didn't want burnt feet. Instead, he got burnt ankles.

Liam especially liked to scoop up the slippery, watery sand and plop it in his bucket.

Slurp

Dash thought it was so funny how the water would pull the sand out from under his feet.

Seashells for the finding!

'Course we got out there and played in the waves with our boys. I tell you, it's a mighty fine workout lifting those kids up and down as the water rolled in.

They really thought it was so cool to be in so much water. And isn't it nice to have a grandpa there who takes pictures of all of us? How often do we get the whole family in one shot?

Liam enjoys a good splash while his mom contemplates how being in a bathing suit is every pregnant woman's dream.

Wet and thoroughly satisfied.

Then the feet burying began.

They could have stayed there piling handful after handful of sand on their feet for ages had we not suggested the next activity...

Body burying! Here's our Liam Merman blowing the excess sand off his fins.

And Dash Merman a big concerned about the dried seaweed beside him.

Before we left the boys got very comfortable with the waves.

Very, very comfortable.

And after all four and a half of us had a nice family sit, we spent the next week picking sand and dried seashell bits off the boys' bums. We expect nothing less from a trip to the beach.