We last took Oliver here when he was just six months old. I remember he just sat there in the sand, tasted some of it, and smiled at the wind. This time, he was much busier. He found a bucket of toys in the condo and brought as many as he could hold out to the sand, where he had a lot of fun just shoveling sand and flinging it as far as he could (a lot of it into his own hair, and a bit into mine). There was also shell collecting, wading in the creek, running after seagulls, and throwing the ball for Abbie (who is always disappointed to have to chase a ball less than ten feet.)
-Keith
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Oliver you little beach bum, and I mean that in the most loving of ways. You surely do love the ocean and sand. What is your connection? You seem drawn to the ocean. You must be going to have a long relationship with it....a young Jacques Cousteau in the making??? Love you. See you in a week or so for your 2nd birthday celebration. XXX000 Grandma Mimi
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