Meet my new daughter, Sandy

Okay, so I don't really have a new daughter. But, have mercy, if Olivia could have gotten anymore sand on her body I was seriously going to change her name. Okay, maybe not, but STILL.

And to think that her first experience with the sand and ocean started like this...

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Before we left, I'd began noticing some reoccurring behaviors with her. Since she used to receive Occupational Therapy (OT) and Physical Therapy (PT) I'm always on the look out for her behaviors and watching her fine and gross motor skills. After talking with my BFF Amanda (who is a Speech Pathologist by profession but spent the last several years as a behavior interventionist, working with kids with disorders of all types) I knew it was time to give Olivia's former OT a call.

Although I think most of her behaviors are certainly learned and personality driven (she's the new, reigning Drama Queen, remember?) I also think there could be some sensory issues going on. I say all of that to say that once Olivia got over her issues with the water and the sounds of the surf and the fact that birds were flying 200 feet above her head and the sand, OHMYWORDTHESAND, she was fine and spent quite a bit of her time doing this....

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Of course, what you cannot see is that each and every time my sweet little princess sat in the sand, she felt the need to immediately do this...

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What's that? You can't really tell what she's doing? Okay, how's this...

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SAND.IN.HER.HAIR. SAND IN HER HAIR! SAND IN HER HAIR. Every.single.time. Do you know how hard it is to get sand out of her hair? I wish I could come up with an adequate analogy but all escape me right now so just know IT'S HARD.

Unless she was helping MeMe carry a fresh bucket of water (where I think MeMe had secretly lured her to the water to rinse the sand out of her hair)...

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Or it was the 10 minutes that MeMe convinced her to wear a hat...

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my sweet little Drama Queen had sand in her hair. Sandy Olivia loved wearing her shades...

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and as her Mommy I loved the afternoon where just the two of us sat in the surf, collecting (and promptly throwing) sea shells and allowing the Atlantic waters to wash away the sand our cares. We sat there for at least an hour. And it may have been my most favorite hour all week.

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How I love this little girl, sand and all.

Ella at the beach

It would be impossible for me to summarize our vacation with just a few short words and a handful of photos. So, I've decided that over the next week I'll post my favorite handful of photos of each of the kids, starting with Ella since she has the least number of beach photos.

Unfortunately, after the first day, Ella's time on the beach was minimal. I was anxious about the amount of sun her fair-skinned self could endure as well as not loving her rolling around and getting sand everywhere. I bought a screened tent for her to sit inside but the wind didn't agree with my plans, thwarting any attempts at keeping a tent from blowing away. So, it worked out that she just stayed in the house with whoever was inside unless she was being carried or held while Mommy or MeMe or Daddy sat under an umbrella.

Have I mentioned that she's the easiest, most content baby ever? No?

Well, she is.

This first picture is from out attempts to get family photos with a tripod. I just love the way she's looking at me. Pardon the graininess, I had to zoom way in to get just her looking at me. Don't worry though, I'll show you the whole photo at some point. It's too hilarious not to.



My sweet girl asleep, on a beach chair, on day 1 of our trip.



Sitting in Daddy's lap on the deck, watching brothers and sisters play on the beach.


Oh.my.lanta. I could just eat her right up.

We are facing "burn up upon re-entry" to our usual routine. After Aaron peed in the potty 487 times while we were gone (all by his own prompting) I decided to give potty training another go today. At lunch, while I stepped into a slightly quieter room to talk to Luke, Aaron proceeded to poop in his booster seat then mix it with the lunch left on his plate.

Ewwwwww. I can't even begin to imagine the mind of a 2 year old. I think Mike Rowe should visit my house for one of his episodes.