We hit the beach every day of the vacation, and I was very pleased that my kids didn’t seem to inherit my reservations toward the sand/salt/sun combo. In years past, the girls were terrified of the waves, and Becky disliked the feel of the sand on her feet and hands. But this year, as long as I had snacks nearby, all my kids were blissfully happy! Susie was the most content to just sit in the sand and dig, especially if it involved a water puddle, and Jimmy wasn’t far behind her. He had great fun plopping down in the puddles and splashing like a dog in mud. He didn’t display any fear of the waves, and was thrilled anytime someone accompanied him in for a dip. Becky loved walking into the waves, then coming out and strolling around, singing to herself, then making her way back up to the towels and chairs for a snack, then coming back down to repeat the process. And me, the non-beach-lover? Watching my kids love the beach nearly made a beach-lover out of me! (But I was still always very thankful to get showered and back in the shade!).
Sounds like everyone had a “splashingly good time! “