Picnic disaster

On the first warm evening we had, I decided we'd go down to the local beach for a dinner picnic after Michael got home from work.  I packed all our food and a few toys, thinking that Noah would love the beach, since he loves his sandbox so much.  Well, the whole thing was pretty much a total disaster (as are many things we try to do)-  this first photo sums up the experience well. 

Noah snatched most of our food, took one bite then ruined it by throwing it in the sand

And he constantly wanted to be IN the water

And he wanted to run & run & run as far as he possibly could without returning (like usual)

And hurl himself off this ledge repeatedly, stubbing his toes every single time and crying

And Anna just wanted to eat the sand, of course

It turned out to be one of the most un-fun things we've done in a long time. Bad idea! (and yes, 'un-fun' is really the only way to adequately describe it:)