One day last week, I felt brave.  I felt really brave.  Brave enough to try taking Stevie to the beach.  All by myself.  I completely expected it to be a huge failure. In my head, it went a little something like this:  We drive for 2 hours, haul all our stuff a mile to get the the water (not to mention I look like a huge idiot trying to juggle all that stuff + carry a baby), finally get comfortable, and then witness a meltdown from little mister within 5 minutes.

BUT what actually happened was a pleasant surprise.  It only took us 1 hour to get there, I brought the bare minimum (not even an umbrella since we could stay shaded under the pier), we got comfortable, ate some McDonald’s, crawled in the sand, played in the water (!), and then had a meltdown 45 minutes into it.  Much, much better than I anticipated!

So “Beach Day Hour 2012″ will be considered a success!

There it is.

And don’t worry, I didn’t get off too easy.  The second time we tried going to the beach, it was a total Whine Festival.