Mason was especially fond of Jake, the only other boy cousin there. |
The majority of Mason's day consisted of hitting things with sticks...surprise, surprise. He would find a stick and hit trees, the dirt, acorns that fell off the trees, weeds, sand, stumps, the fire pit, and just about anything else you could think of.
We did make a couple trips to the beach, one of which we hiked through the sand along whichever path looked the easiest. Mason loved being in the freezing cold water, he didn't mind that his legs were purple and he shivered uncontrollably, but I figured he should probably get out of the water at some point.
He was not happy that I pulled him out of the water. He screamed and cried for a long time till he was distracted by playing in the sand. He only tried to make a break for the water a few times before we had to hike back to camp.
It was a longer trip to and from the beach than I would have liked to walk through the sand carrying Mason, but he had so much fun at the beach it was worth it.
Camping was definitely an adventure having Mason by myself, and him sleeping in a sleeping bag for the first time and not a pack n' play. But having Mason spend time with family, and the cousins especially, was worth all the effort.
We of course made a trip to Leatherby's on our last day for lunch. Mason ate almost his whole serving of sorbet and loved eating ketchup and fries.
My trip was amazing and Mason had such a good time. It was worth all the time, effort, and craziness to make memories.