Whew, I'm falling way behind. It's just that I work all day, come home and keep on working, and when Harv goes to bed, I want to watch TV or sleep. Like in bed by 9pm kind of sleep. So I'm working hard to get caught up on tons of projects so I can get some more projects started. Sounds simple enough. Oh, and if the sun would stop going down at like 4:15, that would help me stay awake past 8:30. The end.
So last month we went to Destin for Kent and Melissa's wedding. While we were there, we went to the beach one afternoon. I was determined to take Harvey to the beach for the first time and stick his little feet in the frigid water, like it or not. And he mostly chose not. Here are a few photos from our afternoon at the beach.
Obviously not loving it so far. (Perhaps its his horribly mismatched outfit that's making him cry. Just a thought).
And not loving the water.
Dad, dat mean mama made me puts my feets in da water. Don't wet hers do it again!
Don't worry, we made up. He knows we have to make up. Who else is gonna feed him lunch? :)
Starting to give this whole beach thing a chance.
And suddenly, he loves the sand. Loves. It.
He even loved it enough to kick back and eat a little.
Tada! He went from a beach hater to a beach lover.
There's a lot more coming to the blog this week. Just you wait and see. I'm going to stay up late like a real adult to get some stuff done.
Maybe. :)
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