Owen became a little obsessed with sand on our beach trip.
Somehow he managed to get sand in every crevice of his chubby, rolly, little body.
It's possible that he still has sand in his hair, a week later.
He also gained an obsession with chasing after seagulls and any dogs walking past.
We ate a lot of seafood,
walked on docks,
talked non-stop about boats and anchors,
were entertained with an ice cream cone parade by Ande,
boogie boarded,
ran in the rain,
and soaked up the sun.
A beach trip is my favorite way to end a summer.
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