Labor Day Trip to Padre

It might be obnoxious that we went to Padre again but...don't be haters. Max was so brave this trip. If you didn't hear last time...he was kind of quirky. He didn't like the sand on him, he wouldn't take his shoes off, he wouldn't get in the water, etc...not a very fun trip. This time he splashed in the water and even had the waves crashing over him knocking him down and laughed about it. He would walk in the sand barefoot and was a very busy digger. Every morning we would go eat breakfast and he would have pancakes. He figured out how to order...he would look at the waitress when we were all ordering coffee and say "pancakes" several times. Apparently we went so many times that as we were buckling him in on the last day to come home and I asked him where we were going...he raised up his arms and yelled "pancakes".