Matthew didn't mind the sand, but it slowed down his "knee-walking," so he got his arms swinging back and forth to get going! [Maybe the sand and grass at the park that day motivated them to get up on their feet because on Sunday they started WALKING! Yep, they're fearless now, just letting 'er rip!]
I like this one...it's very...surfer magazine-esqe.
(And my highlights look great!)
So, what did we learn?
The beach is fun.
For 20 minutes.
Then you have to go home because the babies start eating the sand.
And drinking the lake water.
Like a dog.
And scream when you try to change them into dry diapers.
Because the lake water is giving them diaper rash.
And the sand is sticking to their man-parts.
So you have to put sandy wet kids in their hot car seats.
And carry them up 35 stairs.
To bathe them.
Are we ready for a beach trip with the boys?
Would I trade a Saturday afternoon at the beach with boys?
Not for anything in the world.
Happy Summer from the Aulds Beach Bums!