Wordless Wednesday-A not so wordless day...
E was F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S; fearless at the beach, the ocean, sand, sticks, shells, water touching his toes, everything excited and intrigued him. He was in heaven, I on the other hand was terrified of his infatuation with running to the ocean waves every 2 seconds. We played cat and mouse back and forth, he would run to the water, I'd scoop him up and dangle his toes in the waves and then I would walk back to the dry sand, which produced tears {his, not mine} every time, then I would let him down again and it would begin all over again. Unless, I could distract him with a stick or shell, for one fleeting moment. In the last few weeks I've discovered a new dimension to my son's personality I have a very adventurous, daring, at times fearless little boy. He loves being outside, dirt, rocks, sticks, water, stomping in mud puddles, climbing, he is ALL BOY and I wouldn't have it any other way.
E was F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S; fearless at the beach, the ocean, sand, sticks, shells, water touching his toes, everything excited and intrigued him. He was in heaven, I on the other hand was terrified of his infatuation with running to the ocean waves every 2 seconds. We played cat and mouse back and forth, he would run to the water, I'd scoop him up and dangle his toes in the waves and then I would walk back to the dry sand, which produced tears {his, not mine} every time, then I would let him down again and it would begin all over again. Unless, I could distract him with a stick or shell, for one fleeting moment. In the last few weeks I've discovered a new dimension to my son's personality I have a very adventurous, daring, at times fearless little boy. He loves being outside, dirt, rocks, sticks, water, stomping in mud puddles, climbing, he is ALL BOY and I wouldn't have it any other way. 
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