So, Sunday my mother and I took Braeden to a hybrid park/beach in Tarpon Springs. This was also the location of Brae's last birthday party. We are fortunate enough to live pretty close to the beach, a 30-45 minute drive (the rate varies according to my mother's anguish) and we are burying our toes deep into the sand and thwarting gulls attempts to make away with an entire bag of BBQ chips.
Bastards.
The weather has been ideal here this past week, started off cool and then slowly the sun started peeking out and nodding in agreement to my requests for a nice beach weather weekend, which was awesome.
Because Brae has a love affair with the beach. And I say this with such a serious face because the level of his affinity for the beach is unparalleled with his love for anything else, except perhaps butterfly barrettes.
It's the ocean that he loves and forces his mother to slosh through. Try as hard as I may to convince him that it may not be a fantastic idea to go trampsing around in areas in which our feet are not visible, he wades in further and the look on his face, that crazy exhilarated look just about kills me. He is having SO MUCH FUN that it radiates out his eyeballs. That, or he is wizzing in the water. Also, very possible.
So I splashing, I trudged, I climbed rocks and ate sandwiches laced with sand. And loved every minute of it as did he:
I was all, 'hey Braeden, lets be the little mermaid' and he was NOT responsive to my request, As you can plainly see........
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