rowan loves sand, yummy

It's Katie Monson's birthday next week so we got a group of us together to celebrate at the beach! It was serious yardsale of towels, coolers, babies, and sand all underneath a huge blue umbrella. It was quite the sight! We had so much fun!! The babies all loved it and us mommies got some sun in too! And, I discovered that I have a sand-eating baby. Some mommies don't, but I do... Everywhere I put Rowan, he found the sand and ate it.

Please enjoy the following:

Oh, there it is, under the towel... no matter where Mommy puts me, I know where to find it...

Let's see how it tastes on this side of our beachcamp.

Hmm, about the same as under the umbrella.

But I better lick my fingers just to make sure...

Well, it's good, tastes the same, always kinda critty. But, I think I'll go for another bite and try it somewhere else.

Pretty funny!! He loved the water, too. I'd hold him while he stood up and we'd watch the waves come right towards us then he'd squeal and scream with excitement while the water washed over our feet! At first, it would take his little breath away because it was cold!! I don't think he'd ever felt cold water like that before. After a few waves, he didn't seem to mind though... He was squealing away for another one! Right before it was baby meltdown time (i.e. naptime) we went in for a final wade when a crazy teenager on a skurfboard (this thin, but heavy and rough, mix between a skateboard without wheels and mini surfboard that these teenagers get a running head start from the beach and jump on their boards to surf the wave just before it crashes on the sand). So, right before the wave crashed, HE crashed right in front of us! His board got sucked into the wave and shot out right at our feet! Luckily, I was holding Rowan and he wasn't still in the water... Because it clotheslined me at both my ankles and caused quite the injury! I was bleeding, bruised, swollen... can you say bad luck? Smashed finger, smashed ankles... I mean really. But I am soo glad it hit me and not any of the babies. That could have been disasterous. And, I'll take the sympathy from my husband any day... he's always so good to me when I'm hurt/sick. He just brought me Advil and said he'd do the dishes (ok, that one I'll believe when I see... ha).