We are in Galveston this weekend with the onefishclappin
and their two boys (ages 4 and 2). We arrived Thursday afternoon and are renting a little house that is right across the street from the beach. We're quite a ways down toward the West End, so the beach here is fairly empty, at least compared to that down in the main part of town. And MUCH nicer than that down by the Seawall. I've always hated the beach down at Galveston, but I didn't realize there was this nicer part down here.
Thursday night wasn't a good night, as Corwin took a LONG time to go to sleep, and then woke up around 3 in the morning saying "mommy mommy mommy" so I had to get up and take him to the bathroom and help him get re-settled to go back to sleep. I think part of the problem is that his mattress was hideously uncomfortable -- I'm wondering if they didn't have him sleeping on a box spring rather than a mattress. His room has a bunk bed with a double bed on the bottom and a twin on the top, and I could feel springs on the double bed mattress any time I put any of my weight on it. It's either a box spring or a really thin, worn out mattress. At any rate, the twin on the top felt MUCH nicer, so we moved that down on top of the double bed mattress before naptime yesterday, and he's slept much better since then.
Yesterday morning there was a thunderstorm that rolled in just as we were getting the boys ready to head down to the beach, so instead they played in the rain and the subsequent mud next to the foundation, and got themselves horribly horribly dirty and had a general blast. Then, once the rain had stopped and the thunder had passed they all (except me, as I wasn't dressed for it) headed over to the beach for an hour or so, while I sat on the porch and read for a while and relaxed while watching the waves. It was nice. Corwin took a nap yesterday for the first time in a couple of weeks, which was awesome....but he was definitely tired out from all the playing in the morning.
Yesterday afternoon we hit the Aquarium Pyramid at Moody Gardens, which I think we all enjoyed, and then took the kiddos over to a playscape that was near the parking lot. Dinner was at Fish Tales, which was better than its online reviews indicated. Though it was also pricier than we expected. After getting our bill (we both ordered the snapper special), Andrew and I decided that THAT would have to qualify as our anniversary dinner. It was close to the same price as Brennan's (*sigh*) but not as good. Corwin had chicken strips, and actually ate a whole one of them like it was good. I had one, too (he had 3, which was WAY too much food for him) because they looked yummy, and they really, really were. Wish I got chicken strips like that more often when I order them at restaurants. Bedtime last night was a dream -- I didn't hear a single peep out of Corwin after Andrew left his room after putting him to bed. And he slept straight through until 7 this morning.
Today, unfortunately, has not gone nearly so smoothly. This morning we went into town and took a Duck Tour -- which is a tour of the town in a DUKW -- a refurbished WWII amphibious vehicle. Our tour took us both on land and into the water in one of the bays, and provided us with a lot of interesting information about Galveston. Then we came back here for lunch and naps, and that's when the day went south. Corwin wasn't all that interested in his lunch, was continually defiant when we gave him instructions (like "face forward in your chair and eat your food"), and we eventually ended up ending lunch and putting him to bed for his nap. During which he fussed and cried and kicked his bedrail and generally did anything he could to keep from going to sleep and get attention from us. We finally told him we were closing the door and we were not coming back regardless of how much fussing he did, and Andrew told him that if he didn't at least try to sleep he was going to be too tired to go to the beach this afternoon.
So the other two boys and their parents are just now coming back from their afternoon jaunt to the beach, while my family just hung out in the house. And the worst part of this is that Corwin spent the time happy as a clam playing with the cars we brought from home and the cars that Matthew and Alex brought, and didn't even seem fazed that he wasn't going to the beach. *sigh* He's been really excited about the beach while we've been here and often says he wants to go in "the motions" (ocean), so I thought that would be an effective incentive/consequence. But apparently not. Apparently the opportunity to play with the cars by himself is even better...in spite of the fact that he can and does do that any day of the week when we're at home. Wish I had a clue what an effective consequence for Corwin would be.
This evening we're planning to cook dinner here in the house and I'm not sure what else. There may be another beach excursion; still debating whether I'm going to let Corwin go on that one or not. He's definitely in the doghouse.