2013 Haynes Family Beach Trip

Zach and I spent our first ever married beach vacation (woo!) at North Myrtle Beach in South Carolina with my parents, sisters, uncle, and cousins. Going to the beach is fun regardless, but going to the beach with a five year old made everything five times more fun!




Going to the beach with a five year old means that whoever has the most points in putt-putt is the winner... in which case, I am the girls' champion :)




(and Reese is the boys' champion, obviously. He loved having more points than anyone else.)





Going to the beach with a five year old means that lots of people get buried in the sand... mostly the five year old himself.




Going to the beach with a five year old means that everyone plays lots of beach games. On second thought, that may have less to do with going to the beach with a five year old and more to do with going to the beach with insanely-competitive adult brothers.





Aren't my parents seriously the cutest?


Going to the beach with a five year old means hearing "Let's crush some waves!" approximately 7,291 times a day. This is followed closely by "Let's go to the pool!", "Let's go to the lazy river!", "Let's go in the hot tub!" and "Let's go back out on the beach!" Lather, rinse, repeat :)




Going to the beach with a five year old means cheering for the Myrtle Beach "Skeletons" (Pelicans). It also means that Painter's Ice Cream just got a lot more entertaining.



Going to the beach with a five year old means pausing the family game of Telestrations to "awww" at the little boy who crawled onto the couch and passed out. (Speaking of Telestrations, have you played it? It's my new favorite game!)



But mostly, going to the beach with a five year old means ridiculously cute pictures without shrieks of "ew, I don't like that one!" or "delete it!" Hence how this turned into the Reese show :)






Such a happy end to a wonderful summer. Xo.