Griff’s first trip to the beach was an exercise in parental sleep deprivation and a study in nap refusal, and Griff’s bottom first-year molars decided to make an appearance on the second day we were there, but we had a good time anyway. Fifteen months is defintely a good age for this kind of thing; I’m glad we didn’t try to drag him to the beach this time last year.

PS: Guess who got sunburned? Was it the two blondes who need to wear hats, shirts, and SPF 55? Of course not!

The little man was eager to see what that big thing was at the end of the sand.

Check out that huge bathtub!

Daddy introduced the wonders of the ocean…

…and demonstrated proper splashing technique.

By George, I think he’s got it!

Griff enjoyed playing with some of Daddy’s old beach toys.

Making sand “castles” with his cousin was also fun.

Uh oh, here comes a wave.

Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!

Griff also had his first carousel ride. It was getting way past his bedtime, so we thought it was wisest not to stick Mister TeethyCrankypants on a horse.