Beach Bums

We spent a week down in Myrtle Beach for Spring Break. It was just the four of us. Little Brother was in his glory. He’ d been waiting for the snow to melt all winter so he could go to a beach. When we left home it had just snowed so he was unsure if South Carolina was really a place where it wasn’t snowing.

One day in January he even made us drive him to Barnhart Beach so he could see for himself what a beach looked like in the dead of winter. He stopped asking when he could go and turned his focus on when was winter going to go away. Imagine his delight when he woke up our first morning in Myrtle Beach and realized he only needed swimming shorts to go outside! We had rented an ocean front beach home and the boys had to just go out the back door to get the beach. They loved it and for two days all they did was run in and out of the house with their sandy feet and beach toys. Breakfast times were a rush because they wanted to hurry up and eat so they could get outside. At lunch it was a lip dragging contest since they were both unwilling to take a short break to come eat lunch. I’ve never seen them eat so fast as they did while we were on vacation. All they cared about was the sand, the waves and beach combing. Little Brother played tag with the waves every morning and his squeals of happiness made the long two day drive down there so worth it. Big Brother swam and was amazed at how strong the ocean waves were. One day we found a patch of clams on the beach. They were all on top of the water and when they noticed us they burrowed down under the sand in a blink. Little brother thought they were funny and got a bucket to dig them out. However, the faster he dug into the sand the deeper the clams hid.

We had no problem with bedtime any of the nights because Little Brother was routinely falling asleep early each night. One day it was a recliner and another it was the couch. We could tell him to go lay down in a room but that seemed to only give him a second wind because he’d jump on all the beds since the house had so many extra beds and bedrooms unlike our house. When we would venture out to the main attractions in Myrtle Beach like the Boardwalk, Aquarium, or sightseeing the boys would just bug us about when were we going back to the beach house. They were definitely beach bums.