Sorry Junior.

Sorry Jr., we aren't going to go to the beach this year.  :(

I know you like the beach.  I know you like playing in the sand, eating ice cream everyday and swimming the in the frigid pool.  I know you did your best last year to work up the courage to take a few steps into the crashing waves.  It was awesome.

I too was looking forward to it.  I wanted to take you on a spin in the go-karts, maybe a ride down a water slide and maybe even a few rounds of miniature golf.  I wanted to watch you observe the beach and absorb your surroundings.

Unfortunately, your baby sister isn't going to let us go this year.  She doesn't nap.  She doesn't nap in the car. She doesn't nap in her stroller.  When she does nap it's for a short time and we would end up spending waaaay too much time in the hotel.   She's also loud when she sleeps at night.  Tosses and turns. We would all be miserable.  Especially since you aren't exactly the best sleeper when away from home either.

Next year Jr and we are going to have a f*cking blast.  I promise.