Sandbridge Beach

Sandbridge Beach | 2015

Time moves so quickly. The worst thing about a week of vacation is that by the time your brain processes that you're on vacation and don't have to worry about work stuff, it's time to pack it all up and get back to the grind. In the spirit of enjoying the day, I'm going to dump our photos here & get busy watching Pitch Perfect 2 while stuffing my face with pad thai for dinner.

We enjoyed 1 day on the beach. All of the others were SUPER windy and chilly.
And rainy.

We did a lot of walking and this sleepy face was a common occurrence.

Porch was testing the abilities of my camera.
He wins.

Charlotte discovered her love for ice cubes on this trip.

As I packed to come back, Charlotte kept crawling into my suitcase.

Our peanut is such an awesome traveler! She did great on the planes; we used our Tula Toddler Carrier for the first time and it was a game-changer. She could see everything and was neatly contained. A win for both sides.

I have about 405 pictures of the beach.
I miss it already.

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