
I only took my camera down to the beach one other time, and that was on our last day. We were a little worried about Delia not liking the sand and therefore having nothing to do all day, but she loved it!

She liked digging, scooping, dumping, and raking. She even poured the sand on herself and rubbed it all over her legs! Very un-princesslike!

She would be so worn out after a morning at the beach, that she would sleep for 3-4 hours after lunch every day. We had to wake her up to go get more beach time, play, play, play, then go in for a late dinner.

Having fun, I promise!

Delia is so pale, we slathered her w/60 SPF baby sunscreen, put a hat on her, then put up an umbrella just for her to play under.

Delia, where's the oil?

Fun with Daddy.



Wheeee!

Pretty empty beaches with all the oil in the news.

Ladies and gentlemen, these are tar balls. If you step on them (or see one in the water and try to pick it up with your toes because you think it is a seashell - doh!) they will stick to your foot. When you try to wipe it off, it turns to orange-brown grease.

The water was beautiful and clear up to the morning of the last day of our trip (June 12, 2010), then Grady came out of the water and said "It's here." There was a distinct odor in the air and a sheen on the water. The day before, the boys went to our favorite seafood market to get tuna steaks to cook on the grill that night. The employee said "This is the last of the fresh stuff. Tomorrow everything will be frozen." Tragic. Gross. Thanks BP for ruining a little bit of the WORLD.

But we had a fine time without the water. And each of The Beach Club's 4 or 5 high rises had it's own pool, so there was always room for us. Delia and I made a small army of baby sea turtles with her sand molds. The first time I made one, she tried to pick it up.

Counting turtles.

The rest of our motley crew, Bryan, Christine (also preggo), and Jake.