Ahhh, the beach. I couldn't say enough about the beach. But that might be too much. I've decided I need to break "the beach" post into two distinct posts. Today, one about the actual beach, where you will see naked toesies and little boys covered in sand (you will practically feel the grit). The other , tomorrow, about "the beach house", pre-Irene. You'll see why when you get here tomorrow.
But for now, high spirits! Surf at your toes. Little o trying to figure out why the ocean keeps trying to steal his shovel. PB explaining why we don't throw sand, why we don't eat sand, why, why, why, why. Nothing about the beach was relaxing, but it was TONS of fun.
This was the boys first time seeing the ocean. I think they both loved the beach, but little o loved the ocean, too. He wanted to get in and splash around. He's my little otter.
Come back tomorrow, and bring a tissue. I'll tell you all about the beach house. Keep in mind, we were in Connecticut.