Grey and Micah hate the ocean. The noisy, crashing waves, the dizzying way that the water and ground move under their feet, and the clinging, creepy seaweed scattering the ground.
But they love sand.
I didn't take nearly enough pictures of the boys at the beach in San Diego, but yesterday at Lake Tahoe, I tried to make up for it by taking a bazillion pictures of the boys digging in the sand. They liked the quiet, still water of the lake much more than they liked the ocean.
They are like their Mama in that sense. Travis said, "I guess they are mountain people, not coastal people."
Ah well. If I have two mountain men on my hands, I guess I won't complain. And who knows? By the next time we head to the beach, maybe they'll climb right on a surfboard and head out to the sea with their Daddy.
(Watching a very interesting bird.)
Oh no! Sandy hands!
Paddling around with Grandpa. Don't worry, we didn't go deep enough that they were in any danger!
1 comment:
Um, your swimsuit is the most adorable thing on the planet. I love it!!!
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