Baby Hits the Beach

GrandBoy's first experience with toes in salt water was not the Atlantic or Pacific Oceans or the Gulf of Mexico. Nope. It was Long Island Sound at Hammonassett Beach State Park.  After the long road trip from Atlanta to Connecticut for a family wedding over the 4th of July weekend, babe and his parents felt a day at the beach was in order. GrandMary and assorted other family members tagged along.

The biggest concern was making sure Liam was well-protected from the sun. He wore a tiny UV-protected wet suit instead of a little bathing suit, and his head and neck was covered with a version of the old Foreign Legion cap - this one in red, white, and blue. We made sure his wrap-around sunglasses were in place when he was in the bright sun and applied sunscreen every few minutes. He took his nap under a beach umbrella. The sun didn't have a chance!

Though the day was warm and breezy, the water was brrrrr-cold, so he didn't get (or want) much chance to play in the surf. He took it all in stride, holding court in someone's lap while the grown ups sunned themselves or quaffed a few beach beers.

There are more beaches in his future, I'm sure, but this is his first. I'm not sure what he experienced about the event. I am sure that he didn't get sunburned.