We took the kids to the beach this past Friday morning. I think it was the babies' first time at the beach. Connor was a little spooked out by the noise of the waves (isn't that funny?!?) He kept standing there with his hands over his ears.
As I've said before, I'm not a huge fan of getting dirty. I wish I could be more carefree and go with it. My mom says I've always been that way. The last time we took Connor to the sand, he kinda freaked out - didn't like it touching his feet, didn't want to get dirty and I thought, "Oh no. He is so my son." But this time, he squished his toes in the sand, threw it all over himself (and some on me), and burried his jeans under it. I happily sat next to him and watched him enjoy this new sensation. I want more than anything for him to not have my own aversion to getting dirty (although, I would like him to grow up to having a "messy room aversion").
Aiden loved it too. He kept looking down at it in wonder. My husband, however, was being a little frady-cat of plopping himself down in the sand and therefore didn't put Bella's feet in the sand. It just gives us an excuse to take them all back again soon.