We took Deacon back to the beach yesterday. He is so dang cute in his little bathing suits and sunglasses, I can hardly stand it, ya'll. :) He loves being outside so for the most part he likes the beach.
The sand part of the beach, anyway...
Considering it was a bit warmer this time, we had high hopes that he would enjoy the water/waves more, but no. It was not to be...
It sure ain't for lack of tryin', though!
The tide was going out so we had lots of shallow waters for Jeff to walk him out in but he was definitely NOT a fan of being any closer to the water. I could hear him whining from back where I was taking photos... :\
So we brought him back and I sat with him a little bit in the sand, right where the water would only come up just every so often...
He still kept an eye on those waves. :)
We took him back up to where our chairs were after a bit and just sat him in the sand. Jeff found a large enough shell that had all worn, rounded edges for Deacon to chew on.
The first couple of times he dropped it I rinsed it off for him. It was a lost cause. He left with a mouthful of sand. Yick.
