Monday, August 9, 2010
While we were packing for our trip to Houston, I told Daniel about our plans to go to the beach at Galveston with his Nana and Granddad (aka Bena and Dada). He went to his room and pulled out his swimsuit and kept saying "Swim, beach."
On Friday my dad graciously let us use his hotel points for a free stay at a hotel in Galveston; they came out to meet us on Sunday. Daniel fell asleep on the way down, and when we arrived he woke up and said "Beach?"
He really liked being in the water, but didn't want to be held, so we stuck close to the shore even though I would have loved to bob in the waves for a while.
After a hot day on the beach, Daniel was ready for a big drink of water!