Our first stop of the day was actually at the Ocmulgee Mounds National Park, which I will write more about later, I'm sure. For now I will say that they were...hot...and interesting...and hot...and Benjamin's life was made when he got to ask a park ranger how they got their job...and we were all really hot.
I suppose we shouldn't really complain because Salt Lake City hit a record-breaking 106°F today! We were only in the 90s (with something like 97% humidity). So it was hot for us...but not as hot as some places.
What the kids really wanted to do was get to the beach already (but we had to stop for a lunch break somewhere so a picnic at Ocmulgee Mounds it was (safer than attempting a restaurant; not that many dining rooms are open yet)). The whole time we were there the little kids were trying to see the ocean from the tops of the mounds or asking if we were "there" yet, which we weren't, but after a short 2.5 hour drive we finally made it to our "beach hotel."
Alexander seems to be purposely throwing in as many /s/, /sh/, /j/, and /ch/ sounds as he can now that he can actually say those sounds. So our hotel isn't just a hotel. It's a "beach hotel." He's not even disappointed that we're thirty minutes away from the beach. He's just so excited to be here.
He also carefully pointed out each and every "gas station" along the way. Once we passed one and he said, "There's another gas 'tation..." and when he realized he forgot the initial /s/ in 'station,' he just...stuck it on the end. So he ended up sayin, "There's another gas tay-shun...ssss!" He's getting lots of good practice in and we still find it so ridiculously cute whenever he says anything with any of his new sounds.
Anyway, after checking into our "beach hotel" (half an hour away from the beach), we headed to the beach to play until the sun set (completely neglecting to have any dinner). As we were walking across the boardwalk to get to the beach, Alexander saw the ocean and exclaimed, "That's a big river!"
He was very impressed by the ocean (and practiced saying that word a billion times while he was building sand castles).
Here he is being very impressed:
Even Alexander eventually braved the seas! I helped him walk out into the waves, got him balanced on a board, and when a wave hit, I'd let him coast toward Andrew (who was standing on the shore). Alexander loved it so much and wanted to do it over and over again, so we did until I was too worn out by the waves to continue. It seemed like the later it got the more ferocious the wind and waves became.
The five children when we'd just arrived at the beach (before Zoë complained about how babyish a puddle jumper was...):
Andrew photobombing a selfie:
A hint of a baby bump (we're coming up on 16 weeks; I feel very conspicuous already, like when I look down at my belly I think to myself, "I'm huge!" but when I see myself in a mirror (or a picture) I can see that things are a little less conspicuous than they seem from my own point of view):