I believe it is now official: we are beach bums. We go every chance we get--and the beautiful thing is that we get there so early, we're able to stake out half the beach so we feel like we're there by ourselves. Yesterday we were on the beach at 8:45 in the morning...and we started digging our requisite "pit". This one was pretty cool, had a nice tunnel to the water, although the waves never got close enough to fill it up.
Once the pit digging had ceased to be enough entertainment, Mike decided he wanted to bury me. I said no, so he promptly buried himself and Oliver.
We took Kiernan on a nice long walk, and he passed out to the sound of the waves. Yet again, another great day at the beach!
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