Luke has been begging to go to the beach. I don't even know why he is so obsessed with it, but for the past two days he has been telling us repeatedly "go bee." And then he lifts up a leg like he is stepping into a bath tub to show us he wants to get in the water. It is kind of hilarious. So Charlie suggested that we go to the beach tonight when he got home from work. We went down to Crescent Bay and explored the tide pools for a bit and then walked back to sit on the beach. The weather was overcast and it was colder than we expected. But we all had fun until Luke was running from the surf and a little wave got his feet wet. Drama! "Oh cold, cooold! Shoes cold! Feet cold!" For the rest of the night he kept bringing up his cold feet and would start crying again. The water was cold but I don't think it even reached his ankles. I think he was more upset that it got his (water) shoes wet. Hopefully we can get over this trauma before our trip to Hawaii next month.