Fitz was not only fascinated by the water, but by the sand, too. When we first got onto the beach, we set him down in it and he immediately started crawling around and grabbing for it.
He even stood up and thought about walking around in it:
After a snack on the beach chair...
and a nap on Tootsie...
he was ready for more fun in the sand!
He didn't mind at all when he got sand all over him, and he only tried to taste it once or twice. He played with shovels and sand buckets, and mashed it with his hands, grinning and giggling the whole time.
Of course, on our way to dinner Saturday night, we had to stop and take some pictures in front of the sand oats:
I thought Fitz might not want me to just plop him down in the sand after he had a bath and was all clean and dressed, but obviously it was no problem at all!
He just leaned back, opened his mouth and enjoyed the breeze!
It was a nearly perfect weekend, with beautiful weather, good food, family and friends. If our Daddy had been with us, we could have called it perfect.
As much as my mom and I love the beach, I should have known Fitz would love it, too!