Maps. Not Naps.
Today we mixed things up a bit. Instead of spending our eighth consecutive day at the pool, we decided to do the beach.
Growing up in Florida, I rarely went to the beach. I didn't want to look 50 when I turned 30 and the sand was enough to drive this Type A-er crazy.
But I know the boys LOVE the beach, so I took one for the team.
It took an eternity to load up the car with our beach gear. I'm pretty sure we packed more for the beach than we did for our entire two week jaunt to Florida.
We finally reached the beach. As we walked down the splintery, wooden steps onto the hot sand, the boys could barely contain their excitement.
LOOK MOM! I CAN SEE EUROPE!
Oh, Big E. I'm super amped that you take interest in world geography, I really am. And you are correct. Somewhere on the other side of the great, big Atlantic Ocean is the continent of Europe. But shouting out that nugget to the crowded beach made me want to crawl into an abandoned conch shell.