Sand and surf have been the predominant theme of our time in San Diego so far. We have now been to the beach twice, which is about twice as much as we usually go when we're here, and we already have plans to return on Monday. As the kids get older, it gets easier to take them to the beach, so I have been increasingly willing to do so. We were also incited to go to meet up with two high school friends (sorry, Jen and Jill, but the picture of the three of us didn't make the cut) and their kids on one day, and then this morning we went with my sister and her girls on a breakfast picnic to see the tide pools in La Jolla.
As you can see, Danny got along quite well with the sand. What I find somewhat funny is that he'll wake up in the morning and say, "I want to go to the ocean!" and then won't step foot into it, but instead runs the other way anytime it comes near.
Clare, on the other hand, was intrepid (well, for her), and spent time dancing in the surf, building sand castles with new friends she made at the beach, and climbing all over the cove with her cousins and friends in search of hermit crabs.
It's an inside joke between Tim's mom and I that Clare is so fond of seaweed, because Tim used to detest it and would run away from it as a child. Needless to say, he probably wouldn't have been as interested in this huge ring of seaweed that Clare and her friends were thrilled to find.
