Fun Times at the Beach, and Their Disastrous Ends

Yesterday we went to the beach.

It was pretty fabulous, until the end. We made it about two hours before we caved and left due to Gnat just being so tired and not getting any sleep at the beach. It probably didn't help that ten minutes into being there Bug dumped a pile of sand on top of Gnat's head while he was in the portacrib, so the portacrib was then it's own mini-beach.

Even that, though, we got past.

Bug collected all these awesome shells he was so excited about in his little boat/sand toys. There's only one in the picture, but there was two at some point... Somewhere.

Bug showing off his shells he collected.

Which is just it. At some point, somewhere. He was playing with the toys in the sand and buried them. No big deal. Except he couldn't remember where he buried them. Meltdown ensued. We never found them; I was pretty bummed out too because I wanted to be able to save the shells from the first trip to the beach he actually enjoyed.

Thankfully, we had Aunt Lissa with us, and she saved the day with Slurpees.
Whew. He still was upset, but it helped. Afterwards, he snuggled with me.
Yes, snuggled. That made it all better. Plus James and the Giant Peach on Netflix. Movies help, too, lol.