The Stuart Beach Bash
The sun finally came out long enough and hot enough to make this our headline of yesterday! Bearett John, welcome to the Atlantic!
Not quite like the Pacific, huh Buddy?!
Warmer, bluer, shark-ier.
The littles loved the sand. Loved the seashells. Loved the beauty.
HATED THE WATER. HATED THE WAVES.
Passionately.
Between Amelia's meltdown when a wave unexpectedly interrupted her seashell-picking and Bearett's desperate obsession with the thought that a shark was going to jump out at him, we had a couple of scaredy cats on our hands. So much so that after the wave attacked Ameila, she took off up the beach alone in protest of the ocean. I had to run 20 yards to catch her. Yeah, we have a lot to work on.
But hey, at least they enjoyed the sand.
Because there's a whole lot of that in Florida.
And if they spend enough time with Landon, he'll surely teach them how to love one of God's most beautiful creations. That 13-month-old loves every single thing about the ocean - including the taste of it's crunchy sand.
Smiles between the tears.
I gotta toughen this lady up!
But wow, is she cute or what?!
After the beach visit, fishies were all the kids could talk about.
"Fishies! Fish! Fishes! Feeeeeesh!"
So, to the fish store we went!
And for the first time in our marriage, Adam and I are now proud pet-owners.
Amelia picked out a blue-maroon colored beta fish that is yet to be named and the kids are absolutely fascinated by their new friend.
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