A week on the beach

Look at this picture with Elliot and his grandparents on the beach. What could be better for a little boy than this? He LOVED the sand, shoveling it from one bucket to the other and then adding more from the beach. He eyed the seagulls with suspicion and only chased a couple. For the most part, it was sunny and definitely warmer than St. Louis. I got a great break, which was much help since peanut, now the size of a kiwi, is still making me pretty sick in this wretched first trimester. It was 75 degrees when we left Tampa, and 21 when we landed in St. Louis. Talk about a shock! I think even Elliot, the human heater, was cold. So thanks to gma and gpa for a good week.