A Day at the Beach

This past Sunday, I woke up earlier than usual (Jeff usually gets up with Jack on weekends, he's up anyways). My husband had already cleaned out the car, filled the cooler with ice, packed us a lunch to put in it, and had Jack ready to go. A day trip at the beach and my first time seeing the actual Pacific Ocean. (Gosh, I love him). We were all prepped and ready to go, and I didn't have to do a darn thing!

We decided to take our furry monster with us since we would be gone all day. Luna is a really good traveler, it'll make our PCS much smoother. But riding in the car for two and a half hours takes a toll on both babies

They fell asleep right before we arrived at Ocean Shores, WA.

But they quickly woke up when we opened the doors and they heard the waves crashing on the beach. At Ocean Shores, you can drive right up on the beach! Jack was loving all the water to stomp around in.

It was 43 degrees on Sunday when we were there, and windy! But we still had a great time. I love the ocean

(and my boy!)

My little love, isn't really scared of much... (except the toilet for some reason) but the waves didn't scare him at all. Most kids I know run like madmen when a big wave rolls in. Jack was brave...

He got clobbered. He didn't cry at first.. but come on, it was 43 degrees. He held it in as long as he could before letting out the "Mama! I'm cold and wet!" cry

After a 45 minute drive back to the nearest store that sold munchkin clothes, we headed into Westport to see a lighthouse we heard about.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Gray's Harbor Lighthouse is the tallest in Washington and was built in the 1800's.

It's 135 stairs to the top (we did not climb them). Besides it being $5 a person, Jack is too little for all that and mama is too pregnant.

We had plans of eating a picnic lunch right on the beach. Instead, we backed our car up so we could see the water and ate with the back hatch open.

After lunch we searched for some seashells (and found quite a few good ones). And my wonderful husband didn't even question me when I said "Hey can you lug this piece of driftwood back to the car for me?"

I'm pretty sure that someone brough it down to the beach to burn in a campfire originally since the edges are so smoothly cut. So its probably not REAL driftwood but it's clearly been on the beach for quite a while, and I have a couple different plans in my head for this baby. 

All in all, a good day at the beach!