Sand, Sun, Surf (and a Popsicle)

We did something this weekend that we clearly don't do often enough.
After packing 428 toys, lunches for all three of us, two beach towels, a beach mat, enough sunscreen to coat an army of men, and a wagon to pull all our goods (perhaps that extensive list of items is why our trips don't happen as often as we'd like), we made our way to the beach!

It's been quite some time since Marcus has curled his toes in the sand.

He clearly missed the place as much as Scott and me.

Between shoveling sand, running amuck, and playing football, it was one excitement after the next for all of us.

It brought my heart so much joy to see him so jubilant.

This is my favorite picture from our beach-y weekend.

Initially, the booming crash of the waves frightened the little man. Thankfully, Dad came to the rescue to show Marcus the awesomeness of the ocean.

Marcus and I were able to sit down and share a Popsicle and a few quite moments together.
But, eventually the Popsicle became more captivating than Mom or Dad.

The child was in a salty, sweet, sandy heaven.

Scott was kind enough to keep a watchful eye on Marcus while I pretended to play photographer. Of the 131 photos taken from our day (I'm not even kidding), I think this one is my favorite of our afternoon view.

Not too often we can snag a picture of all three of us. 

I think the look on the little guy's face says it all.

The beach was a solid success.