Call It What You Want...

One afternoon, Mark and I made a trip to the beach at East Harbor State Park for a little beach fun. The water there is very shallow, meaning little people like Mark can walk way way way out without the water getting too deep -- unless you slip on the sand on the bottom (which provides for a couple scary seconds for a little guy).

There's also a spread-out beach with sand for digging and playing.

This is Mark's "underwater" loader -- a sand toy that can, through miracles of modern technology, drive underwater.

Adam was having a fussy day, so he stayed back at Lakeside with Daddy. They went to go see the pinwheels, part of a favorite display showing how many children are abused per day in the Western Ohio conference of the UMC (the conference for which we had come to Lakeside, as my brother the Thief is a pastor).

 
Adam loves looking at the mass of pinwheels; he also likes individual ones. Last year he wheedled some out of the people who were keeping them; this year he did, too. :)

Adam also met a doggy.

Our days consisted of getting up fairly early (but not 5 a.m. like last year, thanks to taking a real crib along for Adam, rather than a Pack-n-Play), playing around the house, going to the park for swings and sandbox, lunch, naps, more playing, supper, more playing, bedtime, and sometimes a walk down to the pier here and there in the mix.

Grandma and Grandpa got to play with the boys a lot, which also was nice. Grandma also borrowed the big boys and took them for ice cream... She had already planned it, but they were going to go to the park first, and then stop on the way back, except as they walked by, Mark thought having ice cream would be a good idea... Heh heh. He's his mom's kid, huh?

More later....