The Beach, part 2

After the rousing success of our last beach trip, we decided it was time to try again this past weekend. We should have known it would not go as well when Nathan didn't get any nap in the car on the way there, thereby missing his morning nap. This child lives for his naps. All seemed well as we picked out our spot of sand, laid out the blankets, and got ready to go play in the water. The weather was again beautiful - mid 80s and sunny. The water had also warmed up since our last visit, making it quite comfortable for playing in. Chad and I were excited.

Nathan, however, had decided that the ocean and the 1-2' waves were scary and not good and so spent most of our visit crying. He tried to crawl or walk with my finger as far away from the water as we would let him go. Whenever we brought him close to the water, the crying intensified. The only truly happy moments involved the consumption of several peanut butter cookies. This is what he looked like for most of our trip.



Hoping that it was just a beach phobia and not a general water phobia (this kid *loves* baths - all bodies of water are called "ba!" meaning bath), we took him to our neighborhood pool Monday night. He loved the pool. He loved being tossed between mom and dad, he loved playing with the leaf he found, he loved everything about the pool. When we went back on Tuesday, he loved it again. At every diaper change since, he excited asks, "Ba? Ba?", wondering if we're going to the pool again. And he gets quite disappointed to be told no. No worries, Nathan, we're going to the pool this afternoon :)