The boys had a fantastic time at the beach. Dixon and Liam both had a little adjusting to do, but by the second day Liam was napping like a champ in the tent and playing happily. Dixon took a little longer, but at the end he was shrieking about leaving the water instead of shrieking when we took him in. Progress! Samuel took to the beach like he was born for it. He was the happiest I've ever seen him, running in the sand and jumping into the waves. Even when the waves knocked him down, he jumped back up, triumphant. We were there for a week and only went beach-less one day, when it was too hot outside and we visited the aquarium, instead. We enjoyed it so well, we went through it twice and were tempted to walk through it a third time.
It wasn't as restful as Jeff and I hoped it would be, but then again, when is anything restful when you've got three children under the age of 5?
And tomorrow, reality will crash back down on me like a ton of bricks. Le sigh.