Castaway Cay..Key...Cay

We got off the boat on St. Maarten (Welcome to St. Maarten! Welcome to St. Maarten! Welcome to St. Maarten! {this was the song on the ferry boat, and that is all it said}) and...

 It. Was. Awful.

It was so very hot, no shade to be found. Griffin hated the sand on his toes and hated the ocean. I think it was big and scary. He was bright red, hot, and uncomfortable. And that was after only 30 minutes of getting to the beach. He launched into a major meltdown, and Brian and I tried to quickly pack up and walk back down the beaches, to the line to get on the ferry, to the other side of the island, to the long pier to get through security to get back on to the boat. I carried Griff the whole way, screaming, gasping, and eventually shuddering in his exhausted sleep. Stressed does not even begin to define how I was feeling. 

So, when docked at the beautiful island of St. John....we stayed on the boat. It was fantastic. We went to the splash pad and splashed to Griffin's heart's content because there was nobody else there. We didn't wait in a long line for lunch, because there was none. Griffin and I went back to the room and napped while Brian read up on the empty deck. Good day.

Last time, Castaway Key/Cay was my favorite day, so when the time came to get on the island we went. It was another good day. The entire family staked out a corner of the beach so we were all together.

Griffin hanging out with Grandpa and Uncle Chris, no doubt discussing stocks and Jimmer Fredette.

Having lunch on the beach.

Taking a little snooze. You can't see it, but my phone is blaring I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash

Chilling in his Sun Hut - he looks like Gigantor Baby. He eventually figured out how to bat away the velcroed net keeping him in.

Playing This Little Piggy with Aunt Angelique

The weather was perfect, the company was great - Castaway was the best day for me!