Our Beach ‘Vacation’

Okay, seriously, not a vacation.  And, not a real beach.  Just old Doctor’s Park a few miles from our house.  Last year, because of the awesome dumping of the raw sewage into Lake Michigan by our totally organized and well-governed city, our only trip there ended in disgust.  The beach literally smelled like hogs and no amount of money would convince me that e-coli wasn’t on every grain of sand there.  I cringed when I thought of the boys even taking their shoes off.

But, this year has been better.  No dumping.  Hopefully, the lake is big enough to clean itself, and while I still cringe a little at the memory, I had to let it go.  They wanted to play. Even Daddy.

Don’t get too close!

Oops… shoes got soaked

And, oh, the funny things a small boy can find so amusing.  This ‘P’ shaped rock was a rare find.  Let’s just say we’re practicing spelling and leave it at that.

Yes, Luke.  We’re proud of your handiwork, too.  Real proud.

Andrew and Daddy contemplating the wonder of nature together.