The Beach is Back

Spring has sprung here in the Lowcountry, and last week we made the first beach trip of the year. I had mentioned it to Avery the night before (I know, what a rookie mistake), and when I opened my bedroom door at 6 a.m., Avery was sitting outside my door. She said "Hi, Mommy. Is it time to get on my bathing suit yet?" They were just a little excited, and I think it's safe to say they had a great time. Avery has only asked about 87 times so far if we can go back.

Never in their short lives have they both been ready to go and waiting at the door like this.

Mason surveying the waves.

Collecting shells with our friend Connell.

Fill it up. Dump it out. Fill it up. Dump it out. Fill it up...

Mason named himself supervisor of the operation.

Beach play + picnic lunch = sleepy ride home.