Hahahahaha. Go ahead and laugh. Because no matter how hard you laugh, it won't be as hard as I just did.
In my defense, I had ear tubes. The swimming cap was critical to my ear health. Not sure about the smirk, though.
So, when Charlie despised the sand last year I was dismayed. How could a child of mine not grow up biting into sandwiches filled with sand? It's a rite of passage!
This was how we spent our limited beach trips of 2011. Charlie waving bye-bye, sucking on a binky, and us looking at him bewildered, thinking, "Maybe he was switched at birth?"
I have been talking to him about the beach, the ocean, the waves, the lifeguards, the pretty girls in bikinis for pretty much every day of 2012 to prepare him for this summer. And what a difference a year makes.
Now he did not like having a wet swimsuit on, but the look above is total and complete glee. I'll be shopping this week for a toddler speedo.
Then there was this bathing beauty, totally trying to pick up lifeguards already (I have NO idea where she got that from):
...back at my parents house there was lots of puzzle-making:
...and charlie took several thousand pictures of my parent's lovely floor:
...and adorned himself with my scrapbooking supplies. I'm not going to lie, there was a little toddler leg waxing that occurred when these had to be removed:
...and then there was Fun Land:
...which apparently is timeless (and yes, this is my dad's Dwight Schrute phase):
We can't get back soon enough.