To the Beach

Ben absolutely loved the beach. He didn't like getting too close to the water at first, but once his mommy grabbed his hand and we assured him it was okay, he got closer. We first took a quick stroll just along the waterline, which of course is not a straight line. A couple times the water came up over his feet, and he didn't like it. In fact, once it was enough water that it rinsed the sand out from under his tiny feet, and he fell over. Shannon had his hand the whole time, and most of the water had rolled away by the time he fell, so he didn't get soaked. Good thing, because as chilly as the water was, he might have been shocked enough to have a bad memory of the beach.

We walked along like that, with Ben's grandpops, trying to find the rest of our crew. As we approached a fence with a privacy notice on it, we realized we must have passed them. Back we went -- almost all the way back to the spot we had first stepped onto the beach, and found them.

The boys played in the sand, played in the sand, and then played in the sand. They loved it. Ben made a game out of grabbing a handful of sand (or two) and walking over to Shannon to dump it into her cupped hands, then did the same with Grandpops. I took lots of pictures and video, then put all that stuff away and rolled around in the sand myself. Good times. Going downtown now. More later.