Thursday, March 17, 2016

a boy and the beach

 The ocean in Southern California in March is,
well, not that warm. 
The first afternoon we were there, the kids wanted to go play in the ocean.

Including our little guy. 
 And people, 
this little man would have walked or crawled out to sea if we'd let him. 
 He has no fear, 
and really didn't care one bit that he was shivering and his lips were turning blue by the time we took him inside. 

 Our other kids loved the ocean this time around too, chasing the waves back and forth for as long as us wimpy cold parents could handle it,
but when they were Christian's age? Not a chance they would have loved it this much.
The waves were splashing up in his face, knocking him over, and he just kept walking towards them.
Over and over again.
Laughing and squealing and trying desperately to get away from us pesky parents saving his life holding him back.

This little boy of ours is enthusiasm, energy, and a little bit of crazy.
And gosh we love him!

1 comment:

Teresa said...

He reminds me of his Dad.