Squishy sleepy faces on the way to St. Simons. Elliot slept a max of 20 minutes. Sylvie was the illest illy butt ever until she finally, thankfully crashed. I was nearing tears from being so very annoyed!
The view from our balcony!
Every time we went on the elevator, the kids had to run to the top of the stairwell beside it to see "their" pool and ocean. I guess they appreciate a nice view!
Sylvie was horrible at supper, so much so that I asked for my food to be boxed up and sat with her in the car. She was not at all interested in eating, and had a one track mindset of getting to the beach. Randy and Elliot dropped us off at the condo, and they went on their way to get a few things. Sylvie was triumphant on her march to the beach!
The sand was polka-dotted with clumps of seaweed.
We made drippy-drippy bloop-bloop castles with the rain soaked sand.
Happy, happy baby.
Sitting in her "pond".
Randy and Elliot made it back and joined us on the beach. Elliot picked out chocolate covered marshmallow pops for the both of them at the candy shop.
Savoring. They nibbled on the marshmallows for two days, and never did completely finish them.
It wasn't long before Elliot was in the water.
Excited to play in the surf!