When I first came to Florida, I would grab a book, a towel a bottle of water and off I went to the beach. Where I sat peacefully reading, undisturbed, for as long as I wanted.
Going to the beach with 3 boys is decidedly less simple. Change of clothes, towels and extra towels, drinks, snacks, boogie boards, does everyone have their flip flops, sand toys, snorkels, goggles (including the fighting over which are whose). However, it is totally worth it when we get there. There is literally nothing in my life, past or present, that I enjoy more than watching them at the beach.
Not to mention, there is one thing that a trip to the beach does for 3 boys with abundant energy better than absolutely anything else
it wears them out.