I feel like I don't need to say much about this part of last week's adventures, except that "da beach", as L calls it, is playtime mecca to kids. I mean...really, it's just a giant sandbox. However, neither of the boys wanted to go anywhere near the water. We'll have to work on that.
Okay, so I do have one more thing to say: preschoolers playing "catch" with a frisbee is probably one of the cutest things ever.
|The always necessary wind-up to the toss|
|The just as necessary post-toss snarly face, Exhibit A|
|While waiting to catch the frisbee, L would stick his arms straight out and wiggle his fingers in anticipation. Absolutely frickin' adorable, but needless to say, not the most successful method.|
We finished off the afternoon with some ice cream and a much needed nap time; the boys snoozed while I parked the car by the ocean and read a book.
Not too shabby, eh?
Happy hump day, fizzles.