Really, where does all of the tar come from?  I had a dream prior to this experience of Finn leaping into a lake, and just going swimming right away.  Though it looks like he is trying to get away from Catie to get out of the water, he is really struggling to get away from her to get in deeper and just swim out.  The child is crazy, and looking for a quick and painful way to die, or get really badly hurt. 

Liam is reprimanding the ocean, or is happy about it and showing it to me…not really sure which…wasn’t sure when I took the picture either.  Unlike Finn, he apparently is a land mamal.  He chased lots of people all over the beach, and just had fun running away from me.  Thanks to grandma, who has an outdoor shower and a lovely shady yard, they also enjoyed running around in the buff and feeding each other watermelon.  It sounds so cute and lovely, doesn’t it?  Well, it is really a more sinister little game, you see, they want to bite the other guy, so it becomes a game of skill…who is faster?  The feeder, or the eater? 

Sticky day, but far better than a certain uncle handing my boys popsicles to be eaten on our way home, in their carseats…  Nefarious. 

The lesson here, is that it takes at least four adults to take twin boys to the beach.  Though she meant well, don’t make my mistake and take a teenager to help…by the third time she watched Finn leap into the water and plunge in over his head, I was quite ready to leave.  I need something to do with these guys that doesn’t turn into a death-trap.  Parks are out for us too, as they fall into the “death trap” category, because Finn can escape them.  Why does he want to?  To prove that he can. 

All beached out,

Pru