Shells and grandparents on the beach
The grandparents were with us on the beach today, which changed the pace of everything. The little one spent a long stretch filling a yellow bucket, picking shells and bits of coral one at a time out of an open palm — grandpa held the finds, the kid did the sorting. Very serious business, no shell taken without inspection.
The baby mostly worked on climbing over an inflatable turtle in the sand, which kept trying to fold up underneath. Grandma sat down at the waterline with one of the kids and they watched the waves come in for a while, a plastic chair full of beach toys standing guard next to them.
We stayed through the end of the day. The sun went down straight out over the water behind the palms, and nobody was in a hurry to pack up the towels.