He only ate a little. On his first day ever at a beach, he actually sat in the sand for awhile without exploring it as he looked around at the ocean and the people.
Then he got down to business: How much can I fit into both fists? And how quickly can I bury myself before Mom notices because she's got that camera in front of her face?
A few days later, when the water was calmer, he ventured into the Gulf for a swim. As Hunter or I pulled him around, he kicked his feet. And he splashed around, getting some saltwater into his mouth and giving a good pucker.
That adventure ended by relaxing under the umbrella while Mom prepared the bottle to wash the salty taste away. It may be the fastest he's ever drank.
Meanwhile...
Cousin Sophie made it halfway to Cuba before Maddie caught up.
2 comments:
That is great that he liked the sand. The first time either of mine went to the beach, they didn't like the feel of it on their feet. However, by the second time...loved it!
Baby Hunter (as in Ryan's dad) did NOT like the sand. He would go to the edge of our beach blanket and rock back and forth. He didn't like the ocean either although he did like the taste of beer.
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