A trip to the coast

We took a trip to the coast with the intention of watching the sunset. Having lived here for four years and never seen the sunset from the beach just seemed wrong.

So on a nice day we drove out there with plenty of food and sand toys. We were ready!

You have to climb up a really high dune to get to the ocean side. Sadie had a lot of fun sliding down the dune when we got to the other side.

But when we got to the other side was also when we realized that the ocean was rough and high and the wind was blowing the heck out of everything.

Sand was blowing into my teeth, our blankets were slapping us in the face. The ocean was so far up the beach there was nowhere flat to sit.

All in all, not a perfect beach day.

But we did have time to take a few shots.
Um, no Silas! You won't like it...
Yeah, sand on the face is never fun.

Add sand in the eyes to that equation mentioned above and you'll understand why I reached my beach limit pretty darn fast that day.

So we dragged a screaming, sandy baby and a kid back over the dune and had our picnic in the parking lot. Where we were all much happier.

And that sunset? Looked awesome in the rear view mirror.

Walking and Talking

Oh, wait, no...he's still not. I guess I confused you, eh?

Well, that's not entirely true. In the last few weeks, Sy has walked clear across the living room, just to show us he can. But then he crawls for the next two days before attempting more steps.

And we think he has added to his repertoire of words. Those being Uh-ooh and Hi!

He might have said Give, Kitty & Here. But I'm not guaranteeing it. They may also have just been random sounds that were sort of in context.

Anyway, Sy is in no rush to impress us with his toddler skills. He's enjoying being a baby. And since he's possibly the cutest, squishiest baby in the world I'm not all that sad about it.

Can you blame me?

Sibling Revelry

Sisterly love is rare around these parts. Brotherly love is abundant but is often expressed by banging Sister with something while grinning. Or throwing himself on her.

These things do not promote an increase in sisterly love.

So, for y'all, a rare moment.

Complete with the words, I love you, Brother!

Followed almost immediately by a song which included the words:

I don't like boys. I don't like babies. I only like girls and girl babies, la la la...

I knew it was too good to last. But man, those 37 seconds were sweet.

Oh, Boy.

Everyone keeps saying it's the difference between boys and girls. But no matter how sensitive Sy may be in every other respect he does things Sadie never even thought of.

How much can this table squeak? He'll shake it until everything on it falls off.

Will this fit in the garbage can before anyone notices? Mama looks in and fishes out a wooden block and a hat.

Hmm, I wonder if I can touch the ceiling? Climbs on to chair, up onto desk, stands on desk. Yes, on desk.

And another, I must open this cabinet so I can slam it open and shut repeatedly and get to the poisons within. See for yourself:

Notice the interest.

Hey Lady, this cabinet's closed!

Open it! Pleeeeease?

Let me in? I must get in here. Now. I'm gonna pull and pull until I get it.

Got it!

What're you looking at, Lady? Ha!

Of course I then installed a better set of childproofing devices. But due to repeated pulling and slamming they stopped working as of today.

Silas was quite proud of himself when he breached the defenses. And quite enamored with my cleaning fluid. And quite pissed when said fluid was removed from his possession.

Maybe I need a moat?