Beach Vacation 2010 - Day 1

For our first fully day at the beach it was just us, GraGra and Grandpa Greg. Grandpa Frank and Grammy as well as Uncle David and Aunt Mercedes attended a wedding back at home on Saturday and didn't get to head to the beach until Sunday morning. Those of us who were here, however, packed up our beach stuff and headed for the sand.

Given the positive reception that the Ocean (a.k.a. Watie!) had received the previous evening, a B-line was made for the surf. The kids loved it! They wanted to go further and further out - and they don't really want to hold on to your hand. Everybody played in the water until both kids were shivering (they have like 0% body fat, so they shiver in Grandpa DickieDo's 88°F pool). They both wanted more, but we felt it was best to warm-up a little bit first.

The kids are now apparently huge fans of peaches. They liked sliced/diced peaches before, but those pale in comparison to whole fresh peaches. And while fresh is better than preserved, we suspect part of the appeal is that they've been allowed to each the peaches whole and so they feel like big kids with their whole fruit. While they warmed up after their dip in the water, they enjoyed a couple peaches on the beach.


Lea being a prudent and conscientious mommy is concerned about their exposure (or really potential over exposure to the sun). Both kids being fair, and Lea having a ton of moles that she gets checked out, we've been trying to convince the kids to wear hats. Gillian doesn't really mind so much -

Colin, on the other hand, is not really a fan (though he looks rather resigned here)...

Around 11:00, we headed back to the house for lunch (and to prepare for a nap). While the kids slept, the adults cleaned up from lunch and the beach, went shopping, and awaited the arrival of the remaining Uhls. Lo and behold, around dinner time, they arrived. Evidentally, technology has consumed us all as everyone whipped out their laptops, iPod touches, etc.

After a lovely dinner of lasagna, the kids still had a little bit of energy left, so we piled them into their wagon (which Grammy and Grandpa Frank had brought) and set off for a walk about town (though Colin would have much preferred to go back to the Watie!). We started off with two in the wagon, but as always there's got to be someone who feels the need to be carried.

Thankfully, Uncle D was there to lend a hand: