The morning sickness was taking its toll on our little family. The boys were stir crazy with me laying on the couch day in and day out. So, I ventured to the beach on Friday with our ward to get some of their wiggles out. With motion sickness wrist bands a blazin' I braved the mighty pull of Wyatt's chubby grasp as he ran headlong into the ocean without fear...over and over and over again. I wrangled the boys for sand play, which lasted mere minutes at a time, for the call of the ocean was too great for Wyatt. There was no rest for my churning belly and the relaxation I longed for in my beach chair was gone like a flash in the pan. Aaaagh well (sigh) ...the boys addressed and said goodbye to their wiggles. The car ride home was a silent one. We had achieved exhaustion.
*Thanks to my friend Shawna for taking these pics at the beach...there's no way I was carrying my camera, a beach chair, a beach bag of toys, and Wyatt all at once!!!!
