that one time I loved the beach sosososo much

I promise, I really really really do.

Parker has loved it more this year than last. His little feet kicked the sand around while he threw his truck and blanket to and fro. He (naturally) deviated toward the parking lot and the cars, but after a few frustrating redirections, he stayed in on the sand. He would get near the fire pit, stick his little hands towards it, and exclaim 'hot!' Then run off in the other direction to find his next adventure.

That kid, I tell you. He is all boy.

 Parker's favorite things now is to yell "Reddy! Seh!" then we yell "Go!" and he does whatever it is he's waiting to do: jump off the couch, roll a tire across the kitchen floor, launch a DVD case across the room, etc. So Steve did that to him (ready, set, go!) and started to run toward the big, scary waves and the poor little guy just about lost his marbles.

I love it here. And my little man.