Angela was coming over for our Tuesday night tradition of supper and hanging out, but with a house full of unpacked boxes, and a mess that I cant seem to get under control hosting dinner was the last thing I wanted to tackle. Of course I wanted Angela to come over, but I hated for her to have to navigate through our chaotic house all evening so instead of staying home we decided to go to the beach and since our new house is less than 10 minutes from Folly it wasn't a bad idea at all. This was William's first time since he was a baby. I was dying to get pictures of him and I just knew he would love running around in the sand.
But he finally came around and had a great time. The dogs were thrilled about the trip. They whined all the way there. I swear they must be able to smell the sea....they know EXACTLY where we are going.
Sitting with Daddy by the water.
A great family night! I think my boy has a love for the beach in his DNA....I know we all do in this house.