The Best Pastime Ever

Water and rocks. Water and rocks. Throw the rocks into the water. Obviously.

Angels II

Jonah at the beach in L.A. For more details on the trip, see the other post.

Just another morning at the beach

We arrived in Monterey/Pacific Grove in mid-August, and quickly discovered our digs put us within a ten-minute walk to the beach. So many mornings while James was in class, Jonah and I would wander down to explore and play.

On the morning of August 21, we found ourselves on the beach at Lover's Point where we discovered an area with lots of rocks and seashells--apparently the site of some seagull feasting. We did some more digging with half-shells, and Jonah did plenty of "Mmm! Mm!"-ing (his word of the day). He was scared of the water, partially because it was frigid but I think mostly because it moved and he didn't know what to think about that. Generally he loves frolicking in water, but this water didn't play by the rules that he was used to. So when I let him wander a small distance from me along the water, and a biggish wave knocked him off his feet, he wasn't very quiet about voicing his objection to such treatment. I took him back up to where we had left the stroller and found it necessary to relieve him of his now ten-pound diaper. Once the clothes came off, I couldn't see putting them back on, and we tromped home just so.