Tybee Island

We spent the weekend and the beginning part of the week in Tybee Island, off the Georgia coast.  I'd never been before, so I really didn't know what to expect, and in the end I left with sort of an "ehh" feeling.  It wasn't the best beach ever, but it wasn't horrible.  I would go back, though I would likely stay somewhere closer to the "real" beach, and not where the Savannah River meets the ocean on the north end, which is where we were this time.  I thought a calmer environment would be good for B, but it turns out the beach at the condo was unusable, and the water was really not as clean right there as I'd of liked.

We got there on Saturday afternoon after Braeson spent the last hour or so of the ride screaming.  The only thing that made him stop was Tim playing "Elmo's Ducks" on youtube for him. On repeat. For an hour. We had taken a VERY large selection of toys, but they didn't work for the "why am I still strapped into this stinking seat?!!" scream. The minute we put him in the condo, he started crawling around like he'd lived there forever.  It took approximately 3 seconds for him to find 15 things he could cause trouble with.  It's always something.  At least he was happy.

We went out to the "beach" to let Braeson touch the water for the first time and he was amazed.  He kept staring at the water.  So sweet.

The next morning we headed into Savannah after a breakfast in "downtown Tybee" and finding where the real beach was.  We walked around River Street for a while, but I'll be perfectly honest in that for 99% of the time we were there, I was confused about why I was told to go there.  It seemed really cheesy and touristy.  Then, on the way back, we crossed the road to look at the river and I noticed why it's a cool place: the buildings are SO cool.  They're falling apart, old, gross, REALLY old buildings that you can tell have been there forever.  And they look directly over a huge river.  I can totally imagine the town so many years ago being such a cool place.

Since it was pushing 100 degrees, we got B an icecream and went back to the car...which involved me carrying Braeson up the steepest stairs that I've ever seen in my life.  They were like the exorcist stairs in Georgetown on crack.  Needless to say, I was quite literally drenched in sweat by the end of that experience. 

That afternoon we went to the pool and then out to dinner at a restaurant that overlooked the beach.

The next morning was spent on the beach.  Braeson had the most fun ever.  He loved eating sand and jumping in the waves, as the pictures prove.

That afternoon, Braeson had his first lollipop.

The drool was ridiculous. I had to change clothes when we got back to the condo.  We were walking on the beach and saw lots of dolphins in the distance. It was especially cool when they started jumping into the air.  They are such cool animals.  That evening, we went on a dolphin tour, which was one of the highlights of the trip.  Not only were there dolphins EVERYWHERE, but Braeson loves boats, apparently. 

Despite having rented the condo for another night, we made the decision to come home early the next morning because Braeson was no longer sleeping well and was fussing just about any time we put him in the carseat.  He was exhausted, to say the least.  I missed out on seeing my friend Caitlin, who left PRHS (…) and moved to South Carolina this summer.  It makes me sad that I didn’t get a chance to see her, but now I just have a reason to go back to her area of the town soon (and make plans for earlier in the trip!) On the drive home, we were so lucky that B slept for the first two hours, but then he spent the next two screaming.  We were, needless to say, SO GLAD to be home. 

Overall, though, it was an amazing first trip as a family.  I’m glad that my kid loves the beach as much as Tim and I do.