We are not really beach people, despite living in Florida. Matt and I have been married for almost 9 years and I can count the number of times we've been to the beach together on one hand. We took Henry when he was a little younger than Jane and he hated it. Couldn't handle the feeling of the sand. So, we just never really went back.
But Saturday was overcast and cool and Matt thought it would be fun to show the kids the Atlantic. And I must say that it was a great idea. It was blustery and a little drizzly, but the kids had a blast. Henry had a minor freakout over the sand, but he worked through it in a couple of minutes and began building sandcastles with gusto.
Good idea, Daddy!
Top row - Oliver experiencing sand for the first time, Jane trying to feed me pretzels, Matt helping Henry get his sweatshirt off while Oliver decides to embrace the ocean
Center - Checking out the surf.
Bottom - An adult osprey, a juvenile sanderling, and an adult nonbreeding Bonaparte's gull