I really thought this was our year.
Last year Carter just ate sand and cried at the beach, since he wasn't walking. This past weekend we went for round two at OBX; he couldn't even calm himself enough to let his feet hit the sand. He was scared to sit on a towel. Scared near the water. Just scared if he wasn't being held.
Needless to say, it wasn't more than ten minutes until we were hauling our gear back to the house for a nice, long nap.
Post-nap time cocktails by the pool. Nappy hour?
Carter just doesn't travel well, and when you throw scary new cribs, 15 new family member faces and roaring beaches into his mix, you get a weekend with nothing but tears.
We befriended a mini Jamie Lee Curtis. She wanted him to play with her but couldn't understand why he was so emotional the whole time. I was swimming in the pool with her (since Carter was too nervous to get in), and she gave me a confused look with her eloquent little toddler speak, But he's just my size?
He is your size. But you're a little bigger than him, so you have to show him how to not be scared.
Because I wish I could.
He slept for 13 straight hours in his crib last night.