It was a relatively stress free departure from Braeburn this morning. Bill and I had everything packed before Sam woke up, then it was time to rouse him for breakfast, get him dressed and we were off.
Wasn’t such a smooth departure from Atlanta when we realised we were heading down I-75 towards Macon and had missed the I-85 to Columbus exit. After the last miserable journey to the coast when we had gone that way we had vowed never again. Last year we drove via Macon and Tallahassee, while Nanna and Dandad sneakily took the roads through Alabama. Their journey was significantly shorter in duration and they didn’t appear to want to kill each other at the end of it. Bill and I shuddered at the thought of seeing Tallahassee again and so turned right back around to head North until we could get back onto our intended route again.
Sam was an absolute angel the entire drive down to Cape San Blas. He only had a short nap and still kept quite cheerful en route. The number of diggers, combine harvesters and tractors along the way really helped and always got him chattering away happily with a smile on his face as he implored us to look at them too. The best was a train carrying a cargo of diggers…diggers and trains…together…ooooh squeal!
We made it to the coast after around seven hours in the car and Sam got extremely excited to see the sea and sand as we drove along the coastal road from Mexico Beach to Port St Joe. This last stretch was brutal for him as he strained to get out of his car seat and begged us to stop so he and digger could play on the beach. He was really very patient though and we had no tantrums today, just lots of excited bouncing in the back.
Our arrival at the rental got delayed by a detour to Piggly Wiggly for supplies but from then on it was a pleasant drive in familiar surroundings as we continued on to the Cape.
We found the rental with no problems and it’s very nice. We miss the wonderful sea view we had from last year’s house but I don’t think we could have expected much better otherwise. This is going to be a good break.
After a bite to eat at the apartment Sam and I left Daddy to recoup on his own for a bit while we took a stroll. It was getting dark by this point but I had promised Sam we were going to the beach today and so go to the beach we should. Besides, he’d been couped up all day and needed a run around before bedtime.
Sam was overjoyed when I led him up the ramp and over the sand dunes. When the ocean and sand came into view he literally started bouncing and jumping down the pathway. As soon as we hit sand beneath his feet he sat down and started playing. I had to coax him to go any further. Sam also immediately started looking for Nanna and Dandad and Molly, and I had to remind him that they weren’t going to be here as they are visiting Uncle Simon and Aunty Melly. Sam then surprised me by saying “Nanna, Dandad, aeroplane” and doing an aeroplane impersonation while running down the beach.
He then decided it was time to go paddling and charged straight into the sea. Thank goodness I had brought his harness. We spent a short but fun time playing in the warm waves and drawing in the wet sand before he decided digger and Daddy ought to be on the beach too and demanded we go back to get them. It was time to go back and so I promised we’d be on the beach with Daddy and digger tomorrow. Sam happily held my hand and trotted back to the house with me to see Daddy, but not before saying “night night beach!”
Oh, and a weird Sam moment back at the apartment. There’s a telescope in the lounge and I caught Sam babbling away and fiddling with it. I went to tell him off and extract him but was too stunned when I realised what he was saying…”stars! stars!” Now, how on earth did he know that? Bill didn’t know either.