I grew up in a beach town. Because the beach was always close by, it is hard for me to accept the idea that some people have never spent any time at the beach. It seemed so normal to me that for a long time I didn't realize how lucky I was to have it close by. I probably didn't enjoy it as much as I should have while I lived there, and I know I took it for granted.
On our drive home from Disney, we decided to spend a night at Daytona Beach so the kids could see the beach. Daytona is not quite the most family oriented area. However, when looking at places we could stop it seemed to be a choice of where we'd fit in better: an upscale beach community or a spring break location. With two little boys running wild, we went for the more casual choice. While Daytona wasn't glamorous, it ended up being perfect to give the boys a quick beach experience.
Our hotel was right on the beach. We arrived mid-afternoon and headed straight down with the boys. They absolutely LOVED the beach. Both of them got right in the water. Ryan had no fear of being taken under or going out too far, which was scary and very nerve wracking as a mother. Sean enjoyed sitting at the edge of the water and letting the tiny waves splash him. I will say Daytona Beach was really great as far as shallow water and gentle waves. Keeping our hands and eyes on both boys occupied us entirely, so I have no pictures of them enjoying the water, but trust me when I say they enjoyed it!
Cell phone pic from our balcony.
On our way to go get dinner, Ryan put his sand bucket on his head and started calling himself "marching man". The things this kid comes up with are just too cute!
That evening we played in the sand. And in case you thought I was exaggerating about the amount of sand the kids had on them, check out Sean's hair in the first picture below.