More pictures of my little man hanging out with me on the beach in moment, but first let me explain why there will be no pictures of him enjoying the surf. . .
We got to the beach on a Sunday afternoon and after we unpacked all the cars and "moved in" for the week we decided to take the kids down to the beach. It had been a year since either of them had been to the beach and played in the sand. I really thought that Cullen would love it this year since he's so active and loves playing in dirt and water. We got down to the beach and I could tell the surf was rough (there was a storm in the Bahamas causing some serious undertow) so we walked along the beach holding hands and looking at the water. We decided to go walk where the waves would barely cover our toes when whoosh a wave crashed and came rushing towards us. I grabbed on tighter to each little hand and held on. (Bear in mind that the water was only a couple inches deep when it got to us.) Those couple of inches of water combined with the rough seas and shifting sand was quite a match for my 2 little ones. All of the sudden Cullen fell and was rolled by the very shallow water and Emerson had fallen but my grip was so tight that her little legs were going one way and my hand was pulling her tiny arm the other way. The poor child probably felt like I was ripping her shoulder out of joint! But poor Cullen got the worst of it since we couldn't quite hold on long enough. He was soaking wet and covered in sand. He had sand in every crack and crevice of his little body. His chubby cheeks and hair were covered in sand and he was terrified from the whole event. The next day we tried getting him onto the beach but he was hysterical. Every time he even saw the ocean he would start crying and shaking and saying "the water get you, Mama". He was breaking my heart. I don't think he ever got out of a lap the next day at the beach and it took him until the last day until he was brave enough to come within about 20 feet of the water. So I don't think he is going to be doing any surfing any time soon! But despite the traumatic experience with the ocean, Cullen did manage to have a good time playing in the sand and he loved the water at the pool (I'll post those pictures later).
See how far we are from the water!
Holding up the umbrella really makes him thirsty. . .haha!
And hungry!
And here he is trying to escape back to the safe haven (aka really nice condo)! 
PS Yes, I know he's really far away in the last picture but I had to show his great escape from the scary beach! I watched him walk almost all the way to the walkway back which lead to the condo. It was a pretty good distance from us but there was hardly anyone around and I wanted to see just how far he would go, which was apparently to the elevator of the condo! When I realized he wasn't planning on coming back I stopped him before he stepped onto the walkway. I yelled out his name and told him to come back and he did. He started be-bopping back as though it was no big deal. One of the funniest things was that a couple with their 2 very small children stopped to watch the whole event when they didn't think anyone else was. I saw the lady looking very concerned and walking towards Cullen when I stood up so she would realize a parent was around. When the lady saw me she just smiled and probably tried to memorize my face so she could call DFACS when she got back to her condo, hahaha!!! 
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