We recently headed to the Perdido Key (where we'd been when Rebekah was only six months old), on the Alabama-Florida border, for a few days of relaxation--meaning a little less cell phone use, a lot less internet browsing, and chasing Rebekah while trying to not get sunburned (both of us failed on the latter).
We were able to stay at a pretty nice beach house.
But the weekend at the beach was not about beach houses,
for Rebekah at least.
She was eager to get to the sand.
She dug and dug and dug.
And dug and dug and dug.
And even brought out the reinforcements the next day
to make sure she could displace as much sand as possible.