More beach-life photos

I do grow both suspicious and tired of sand in my personal hinterlands, but there is a great deal to be said about having nowhere to be except a random afternoon pirate tour and little to do but let the waves crash around and look for shells. We are all tan, bushed by 6pm, and the cousins are enjoying a fifth straight year of all-too-rare bonding and fun. Winning all around!

Cousins on a sizeable piece of driftwood

said driftwood

This way to a nature trail

moon or beach?

a splash of color; so much promise in a bud, yes?

A day in photos

Bonsoir!

Happy Jack

Does he look thrilled, or what?!On our walk home, we came across this lovely gate, slightly ajar, opening into a perfectly manicured yard.

The kids are having the best time, and it's been wonderful to see Jack, usually a paragon of caution, so comfortable and carefree on the beach, despite the waves. He's been tossed around quite a bit and just goes back for more. Unfortunately, we've realized how much Oliver still needs to be in a crib. As soon as we tuck him in, for nap or night, he climbs out and wreaks havoc around the room and on Jack. His attitude by late afternoon is, as you might expect, unsavory. This morning, he woke Jack up around 5:40; finally Jack acquiesced to getting out of bed to play with Ol, and T and I returned to a haze of slumber. Who knows how long later we overheard Oliver ask  to do something, and Jack replied, "not with that attitude!" Wonder where he's heard that before. :)