...The Boy was just not havin' it. The sand was quite traumatic for The Boy. He did not like it - not one bit! More to the point, he pretty much spent the entire time sitting on our laps and screaming frustration at us. The ocean water was about 60 degrees, also. He didn't like that, either. To be fair, I just dipped his toes in the water.
(My wife did nix the idea of sending him down the water slides. I think that that'd be fun. She said that The Boy wouldn't appreciate it for a couple of years. Party pooper.)
So, we walked to breakfast this morning, came back and napped for a bit. (Oh, what a week to give up caffeine...) We were at the beach for about an hour. That's the longest that we're going to go this week, because the chemo makes him sensitive to the sunlight. We don't really know what that means, but we figure an hour on, an hour off, is a good way to do it. Boardwalk for lunch, then hotel for naps. Beach again, then rest, then walk around.
Nice, boring, stress-free day.
Last night, we slept three in the bed - which is a glorified full-size bed. (not even a queen-size!) It was VERY tight, but all of us REALLY slept. I fell asleep around 10:15, my wife fell asleep around 10:30, and the baby a little earlier than both of us. We all woke around 7. Longest night's sleep I've gotten in a REALLY long time.