sand city

This year, Moses took to the beach with a vengence. Like a man possessed of a vision, he leapt into the water, and mock-swam nearly all day every day. When he wasn't swimming, he was constructing Sand City.
The hardest thing was keeping him within arm's reach. He quickly learned to dog paddle, but never lift his feet from the ocean floor (actually, the bay) Naturally, I wanted to introduce him to the ancient art of wave riding. We had some chest high steamers rolling in a couple times, and he's a natural champion.

Ruby began the experience by expressing displeasure at the way sand felt on her feet, so we shod her with "water shoes" which she kept on all all times, at least for the first week. She let her guard down a little later on.

Thank God for grandparents.
We went to the boardwalk in Rehoboth, where the kids had a blast.

There are three generations of Ferguson women telling the men what to do
Violet played the role of angelic newborn by sleeping on the beach most of the time, despite clearly marked signs forbidding sleeping on the beach.