William Loves Sand

At W's fussy time this evening, I took him out to the beach, as planned. Sure enough, the fresh air calmed him right down.

Then I sat him down in the dry sand. I buried his feet, and he kicked them until they were on the surface. Then he kicked a sort of sand-angel thing with his legs while seated. Then he started touching the sand with his hands, grabbing it, letting it fall. Mostly didn't put it in his mouth, I did have to control his hands a bit to keep them away from his face as best I could.

Terry didn't come out with us, so I didn't get any pictures of this momentous event, but we'll take a video next time we go out.