Beach Trip Recap

Could we have packed more into 48 hours??? NO! We did everything I wanted to do for our short trip and best of all we have found a new place to stay come our annual Thanksgiving trip at the beach.

The trip down Monday involved stopping on an exit ramp to poop in the little potty under a tree (this excitement was short lived as Ben proceeded to poop at least 3 times each day in his underwear, all changed at various interesting places including the Ferry bathroom standing on a sink). I also had the great pleasure of once again washing the comforter at the all-appealing beach laundromat due to nighttime pee.

Monday afternoon we headed to the pool and then out to dinner at our favorite hole in the wall restaurant, walked on the pier, then drove over to the lake to walk off too much fried shrimp.

Tuesday I attempted to get Ben interested in going to the beach. He was fine digging holes and burying our feet but was petrified of the water. Every time I would go near the water he would start shrieking about crabs and sharks. This is truly Bill's son as I would rather sit in the surf all day given the chance. Back to the pool again, then a nap with daddy while I sat in the surf in total relaxation.

That night we went out for dinner and had planned to play putt putt but decided to pass when it was going to be 20 dollars and a sinking feeling of endless frustration of Ben chasing the ball all over the course. Good call as we wound up at the Carolina Beach Boardwalk only to discover a carnival. We rode rides, ate the BEST homemade donuts and walked around people watching.

On Wed morning Ben and I took a long walk on the beach and then returned to the pool again to play. We were so loud that the clerk came out to see what all the commotion was in the pool at one point. Shamelessly we were the only ones in the pool at the time but Ben was jumping in from the side and playing dinosaur shark.

We headed out byway of the Aquarium and then the ferry to Southport for lunch and then finally home. While we were waiting on the ferry Ben met up with some other kids and climbed his first tree. I'm telling you this kid can talk to anyone. The other kids were at least 2-5 years older and Ben was holding his end of the conversation up by saying "poopy" over an over and dying laughing.

We did everything we wanted to do in the short time there. I am so ready for a longer trip to Florida in August where the pool is just outside the bedroom door. This would be Ben's fantasy to jump in directly in his pajamas.