Beach in Black and White
Three days, three beaches. Yeah, this week has been rough.
I know you're very sad for me. Try not to cry. There, there.
Just so you can pretend to be there with us, join me in pictures. In black and white, because, somehow, black and white makes everything look...well...BETTER. Dare I say - classy? Oh, alright, that's pushing it just a bit.
Here we go - off to the beach!
G loves the surf. This was his first time out on the mudflats, and I think I might have a future marine biologist on my hands. Or maybe just a kid who really likes to dig and roll in wet sand and stinky seaweed.
So many shells, so little time...
My dude's first sand dollar. At first, it was a cracker. And he tried to eat it. Much hilarity (and manic spitting) ensued.
Our shadows. He is trying to run away from me...this is normal.
Another beach - a lake this time. At first he was a little unsure, but Daddy made it a-okay.
And even though my little man is the spitting image of Daddy, I have to point out...
We have the same Flintstone feet. Poor kid.
For more adventures in black and white, visit Beth at I Should Be Folding Laundry.