7/14/12
We took the kids to Bates' Beach today - the best beach in the world, with endless space and dog-friendly rules. Isla built a turtle, hippo, alligator, and shark in that order - and we ran & played in the waves like muthafreakin dolphins.
But the best was Miles - Miles went through his witching hour without a peep. No wailing, no throwing his head back in mock agony as if the world were piling up all around him as he sobbed. Instead, he just kicked it on the beach, pantless, taking handfuls of the sand and letting it fall onto his penis. It was like magic. That activity must be amazing, because he did it for about an hour and a half - grab, pour, grab pour. I'm not going to lie about it, I wished I could try it as well - he looked so content. Here's to warm sand on your penis, kiddo.
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