Frankly, going to the beach with a baby just sucks. Especially when they are under six months. Especially riding solo with a two year old in tow. Not the smartest of moves on my behalf, but I was optimistic, because who could turn down two weeks of this?
This little gal LOVES the pool and swimming independently (with a puddle jumper). The water was too cold for Deeds, so his swim lounger went sadly unused. However, I brought his favorite piano play mat, and set him up in the shade on that. This allowed a good 30-45 minutes of pool time with big sister.
Ahh, I forgot to mention that this little guy decided that sleep was for the birds, and woke up every couple hours absolutely ravenous. I was so desperate for some rest that I drove to the Target in Panama City and bought him a swing. It was worth it just to get a couple naps out of that boy.
They lasted 45 minutes on the dot. Dell Harper had a massive hissy fit sitting in the surf for me to hold her, as I tried to nurse Deeds under the umbrella while covering us up with a towel, hoping he would get sleepy and nap in the super cool little bed I dug him in the sand. Luckily the waves covered the sound of her wails. Deeds refused his sand hole, so Morgan held him in the shade, as I attempted to cajole Miss Priss into building a sand castle with me. She was too far gone into her misery, whimpering "Go home, go home right now and watch TEEEEEVEEEEEEE, Mama!". Then Deeds had a major blow out. The shit had hit the fan. It was time to give up.
The couple beside us said their daughters were 5 and 7- this is the first time they had really braved the beach after a couple of disasters.
Next time I am hiring a babysitter, taking a paperback and going to the beach. ALONE.