We ran to the beach on Saturday. You can read more about the run here. It was a momentous occasion, not only because it was our first trip to the beach since we moved here 3 years ago, but because we got to introduce Oliver to the ocean. Oliver is our water baby. He comes crawling as fast as he can whenever we start running the bath water. There have been a few times that he has almost gone head first into the tub, such is his love for the water. We expected him to love splashing around in the Atlantic. We did not factor his hatred of cold into our expectations. It went something like this:
Yeah. Oliver+Ocean=not so much. His brother, the one who runs in the other direction when the bath water is running, couldn’t get enough of the water. He begged us the entire time to take him back in the water. We’d take him until we couldn’t stand the cold any more (or the shells we were standing on), and then we’d warm up and he’d ask to be taken out again. Not at all what we expected. Not by a long shot.
I, for one, can hardly wait to go back in a couple of weeks.