We spent the most beautiful Saturday afternoon in Santa Monica last month. The temperature was in the 80's, the water was tolerable (for our toes, anyway), the company was perfect, and the baby was loving it.
Following his successful bird chasing adventures, Jake meandered down to the water and started walking out into the ocean. I swear, he'd just keep going and swim straight to Hawaii if we'd let him. We weren't really planning on playing in the water (it was February, after all) and hadn't dressed for the occasion, but Jake was all about it so Matt stood next to him and helped lift him over the waves when they rolled in. After a few minutes of that, though, Jake decided he could handle the waves all on his own. He'd stand there as the waves approached, then turn and run away squealing with joy just as they were about to get him. Then he'd laugh, turn around, run back to the water, and do it all again. Jake kept that up for nearly an hour and was the happiest baby in the world the entire time. It was the cutest thing ever.
|Jake was doing everything in his little power to make sure his toes stayed out of the sand.|
|He wasn't quite over the sand episode...|
|... Until three minutes later, when he was. Who knows.|
|Jake giggled and watched as his feet sank into the wet sand.|
|Just look at the pure joy on that face!|
|Wet jeans. Very wet jeans. Good thing there was a change of clothes in the car, eh?|
|Um, do you see that face? He kills me.|