Charlie's Surf and Turf

Beach Essentials

7 swimsuits

7 toothbrushes

1 bottle of sunscreen

7 hats

2 swords

Charlie loves his swords.

Charlie met the ocean for the first time, sword in hand. "Hey, sharks! I'm not afraid of you! Prepare for battle!" The boy meets his fears head on.

After Charlie finished his duel with the ocean, he turned his attention to the sand.

He tried to bury himself but it is hard work to bury oneself with little hands.

The big boys were not happy with Charlie's measly progress so they finished the job.

Still not satisfied, they turned him into a teddy graham.

The outdoor shower did a great job rinsing off those sandy boys but it didn't take care of the sand in their pockets. We discovered this when the boys hung their trunks up to dry. It was ok, though. Stuart is handy with a vacuum.

Comments

tammi said…

I'm thinkin' I need one of those swords so I can face life a little more head on too!!

LOVE the teddy graham! Very cute!

October 13, 2008 at 11:18 PM

Unknown said…

What fun! I love seeing how the boys are so different. Makes me further anticipate the birth of my first son.

October 14, 2008 at 12:35 AM

Mary@notbefore7 said…

Love the last shot of the "clean up method"....LOL!

What a great time! The teddy graham is so funny and creative!

October 21, 2008 at 1:15 PM

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