Surfside? More like Sandside!

A long Memorial Day weekend gave us a chance to spend time with family at Surfside, which also means time on the beach.  Cory and I knew that Henry took some time to "warm up" to swimming last summer, but we blamed it on our neighborhood's chilly pool that, truth be told, caused us our own pause before entering.  But, since we spent a recent Saturday swimming in a friend's heated pool, we thought Henry might be ready to splash in the ocean.

We thought wrong, and Henry wasn't ready to splash in the salty water.  He did, however, give it a try and break out a few smiles after a couple of walks in the shallow waves.  Eventually, I would say that he gained an appreciation for the ocean, but it didn't come close to his strong affection for the sand in which he played for about six hours.

Obliging Uncle Joel and Daddy covered Henry over and over with the grainy stuff that found its way into the car, house, and bed. 

Henry also broke out his silly walk for the family.  We love this walk, and I really hope to catch it on video before it finds its way among the other funny things he "used to do."

Pool time was in order for Sunday, and Henry eventually loosened his death grip on me and let Nana swim him around.  And, in the last bit of water play time, he relaxed enough to get some gracefully aided laps around the pool.

We didn't have enough time to make it back down to the beach on Monday but did manage to eat some delicious hot dogs and burgers.  Thanks, Hughes family, for a wonderful weekend.  We love you and miss you!