A few weeks ago, we finally let Jakey run wild in the sand. We'd been helicopter parents at the beach up until that point due to Jake's compulsive desire to eat everything in his path. Sand and seashells and seaweed and who knows what else just didn't sound very nutritious for my little guy. But for some reason, when Jake started to wander off the beach mats this time, I just let him go. It started off innocently enough, just walking over to check out the sand over there.
Then he sat and fully examined the sand, grabbing fistfuls and letting them go.
And then, of course, a fistful found its way to his mouth. Jake wasn't too sure about it, so he had to keep sampling it to form an opinion.
Ah, but then the waves caught his attention so he started heading toward the water. Right after I took this picture, he stood up... sideways... on a slope... and face planted. Pretty sure he got a whole lot more sand than he had bargained for!
Jake was entirely unfazed. And Matt was entirely entertained.