was a complete BUST! This child is such a drama queen. Sam and I were SOOOOO excited to go to the beach for some sun, sand and maybe even an adult beverage or two. But this little turd
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| Baby Beach Body |
had different plans in mind. We finally got to our condo about 8 on Thursday, which of course means Emma was 30 minutes past her normal bath time. Which of course also means she was NOT in a pleasant mood. She got even more mad when we had to unload the two cart loads of "necessities" we had in the car. If I were a better mother I might have had sympathy for her, but after she puked all over me in Wal-Mart in the sunscreen aisle (and of course why wouldn't she do this when I didn't take the diaper bag nor a burp cloth in with us? Yes, I was that girl who had to get a 3-pack of washcloths and open them to use them in the store!), and then she also proceeded to puke on Sam. Was the Wal-Mart experience just an omen of things to come? Yes, yes it was.
So we bought all 16 bottles of sunscreen we "needed" and Emma's soldier rags and proceeded to the condo to get some what we thought would be well needed rest so we could spend time on the beach. When we got all the stuff hauled down to the beach on Friday, I hadn't even got the first pole snapped together for the baby beach tent I bought her when she proceeded to scream bloody murder. There was no comforting nor fooling this child. So we packed all of our stuff back up and headed upstairs. I guess this is where I should add that once we got inside she started laughing. We got back at her by taking her shopping at the outlet malls...and I didn't buy her a single thing. Take that Fancy!
Saturday morning it was pouring down rain and I think I saw Emma put an evil grin on when she became aware that she would be spending a better part of her day in the air-conditioning. Once it cleared off we headed back down to the beach, sans special purchased beach tent. She actually let us stay there for about an hour and half before we headed back up due to her hysterical crying. We opted for a photo shoot of her in her suits, that are really too tight. It was like squeezing a sausage into a casing trying to get her in them!
So moral of the story....the beach is NOT baby friendly, and Grandma Kay will definitely be going on the next beach outing!
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| Party Animal! |
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| The beach...before the tears started |
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| What happens when Momma gets the orajel on the tongue instead of the gums! |
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| I'm so svelte! |
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