We went north last week and spent some time at a real lake. A Great Lake indeed.
We'll definitely have to do this more often. My youngest went absolutely wild. No kidding - he ran around and around in circles unable to control himself. Finally, he was able to straighten himself out and run down the beach instead. At which point he nearly give his mother a heart attack as he darted in and out of the waves. This guy is fearless - and Lake Erie has some mystery "drop off" points just beyond the beach that aren't good for the health and safety of littles. But it sure is good for the adrenaline!
Little P also indulged in a little more beach running. He's naturally more cautious, though, and so was a bit easier to monitor. Of course, he did find this "cave." And crawled inside and over it. Good times indeed.
Sometimes, I think when he thought he might be missing out on some important little bit of something, he joined his sister to the devotion of starting new collections. But then he was off again.
This is pretty much where all her time was spent. Looking for beach glass. And then the really fantastic shells. And, well, of course, rocks that caught her fancy.
And so we have collections. Of glass, of rocks, and stones.
And I think the beginning of a very large collection of beach memories.
