This captures the intensity of Corbin Weeks on the beach. He would dive into the sand where the beach meets the water and come up with every body part totally covered in sand. Sand was in his ear, it was definitely in his butt crack, and he even tried a couple of tastes here and there. He had SO much fun at Seagrove. He met some lady friends (retired women) who just adored him and wanted to play all afternoon. One day we even coaxed him into a nap on the beach under the umbrella. It was such a nice getaway for both of us. Joi and Chip have a super sweet beach house within walking distance of the gulf. It was even warm enough one day for me to swim! Minus the occasional idiot college kid littering the beach with Corona bottles, it was gorgeous. The white sand and green water are unlike the gritty gray sand of the east coast beaches. I certainly enjoyed the lack of rough waves. On Monday we rode bikes fifteen miles on the paved trail that runs parallel to the shoreline; Corbin had the best time riding in the trailer. He and Chili Cat just enjoyed the ride while I pedaled so happily (haven't been on a bicycle in a long time). It was awesome. Going to have to invest in a trailer to hook up to my bike! We stopped for ice cream along the path too. That's the kind of ride I like. For sure.
Highlights include: daily beach walks, digging in the sand with Corbin, eating a gourmet grilled cheese at Seaside, drinking a delicious mojito, splitting my ONLY pair of nice jeans so completely that they had to be thrown away. Can we say "hello butt cheeks?!" I had a minor rip in them when Joi and I hopped in the truck to go to the grocery store the first night. The next morning when we went to rent a bicycle for Corbin, I test drove a beach cruiser. As I lifted my leg up to get on the bicycle I felt and heard the distinct sound of my Joe's Jeans splitting apart at the crotch seam. Oh well. They lived a happy and short (for their price!) life. Because those were the only pants I packed besides running spandex, I had to go shopping for a new pair at Ann Taylor Loft. They were decidedly much cheaper replacements, but very comfortable ;)
Yes, I violated the spending pact of the Weeks household. We have very much enjoyed our spring break.

Corbin was striking a pose on the white sand at Seagrove Beach in Florida. We survived two flights and a five hour drive. He was awesome! He did, however, have a massive meltdown at 4pm today begging for a nap! Sooooo, what is a mom to do? I let him nap and now here we are at 8pm with him totally wired! Ah, well, we're on vacation. Guess it doesn't matter that much about bed time. It's beautiful here. Joi and Chip's beach house is absolutely beautiful. I did a nice four mile run on the bike path and walked on the beach with Joi. Corbin and I played on the beach for a bit. He told uncle Chip that he wanted to take off his blue jeans and get in the water. It's obviously too cold, so, Chip told Corbin there were jelly fish in the water. Corbin didn't mention getting in the water again.

March is here and that means rainy days, daffodils popping up, pretty (but stinky) trees in bloom, and umbrellas! Personally, I detest umbrellas. I have pinched my fingers way too many times. Corbin, however, LOVES the umbrella his great grandma sent him. Hey, she earns that title "great!" He stood out in the rain on our driveway before church just saying, "mama, get your udrella too. you need a udrella." Too stinkin' cute! We have had a productive Sunday- went for a stroller jog in the pouring rain (Corbo was protected by his weather shield), made bacon and eggs, cleaned up the bathrooms, went to church, colored some Sesame Street pictures, and now C is napping. Hugs and love to everybody!

Lately Corbin's idea of play has become overtly boyish. It's challenging my abilities to be a good playmate. I try, but sometimes I just don't want to be the evil emperor Zurg who pushes Buzz Lightyear off the couch only to be rescued by Corbin (who I might add wears a Redskins football helmet armed with the hose attachment from his miniature shopvac as some sort of makeshift weapon). It's exhausting. Can't we just make some cute animals out of playdoh and call it a day?!
Speaking of playdoh, he's been hooked lately on demanding that I make a rocketship, the planet Saturn (complete with a ring!), and the moon all for him to quickly squish with his little fist. Such a stinker. I guess that's normal for a boy to want to destroy things, right? Anyway, I've sent this blog post's picture to most of my family members because I think it's funny and speaks volumes. We call it the nose-picking bandit.