At the beginning of the summer Sam tolerated the beach. I think it was overwhelming and just too much input for his little brain. We did quite a few beach trips this summer, from Naragansett, Rhode Island, to Nahant, Cape Cod, and Hull, Mass. Now when we tell him we're going to the beach, he starts yelling, "beach!" and tries to sit in my lap so I can apply sunscreen(!).
Today we went down to a friend's family beach house and he spent time collecting rocks in a bucket, splashing in tidal pools, tossing rocks in the water, and generally enjoying himself. He didn't stop running around until we retired to the porch at the house to eat popsicles. He fell asleep in the car and I am typing this now because he has been sleeping for the past three hours!
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