The toys did nothing, all he needed, all he really wanted was to get his hands on the sand. The one thing I did everything I could to avoid. He hated all the toys we brought down, and contorted his body off the blanket multiple times to get to the sand. Once I gave in, I realized that was all we really needed to keep him content, for about 10 minutes anyway, which seems to be Mason's maximize time he can currently focus on one thing.
Then it was time for his nap. Of course he was not a fan of the fancy baby beach tent we set up specifically for his naps so I had to sit in the tent with him (which only my top half could fit into) and stroke his head and lull him to sleep. About 20 minutes later, he would give in and finally pass out. Then we would watch as every man, woman, and child passed the tent hoping they would walk quietly or talk in lower voices. I never thought I would think of shushing people before on a beach, that very scenario had never ever crossed my mind. He proceeded to nap for about 15 minutes (about a 1/4 of the time of his normal naps at home). So with a 15 minute nap under his belt, this baby was a disaster. Down to the ocean we went, where he gave out a cry each time the cold water touched his toes, so back to the blanket, now covered in sand. Before we knew it, the afternoon was upon us and not a minute of relaxation for mom and dad had occurred, and Mason was miserable. Sitting in a wet suit, covered in sand, and tired, he was not a happy baby.Read More