Back from the beach today. 2 nights at a house on the sand and it was really an excellent trip. Weather was supposed to suck, but it was just about perfect... 60-70, very little wind, except on Sunday afternoon when it was 70+ with wind, which was just great because big ol' Owen got to fly his kite. As Katie described, he was in "boy heaven."
He was able to control the kite well, and the look of satisfaction on his face as he planted himself down and held the string holder between his feet and just watched the kite was just delightful.
Nathan really got into sliding down the dunes and getting as sandy as a person has every been. See pic which I'll put below. The boys got along great, and we spoiled them rotten.
One nice parenting save came when we went down to Lincoln City and messed around, then went to get lunch at a little dive fish place where there was a 15 minute wait and didn't look too kid friendly. Kids were hungry... disaster loomed. Instead of sitting and having a labored lunch, we went to the place next door that sold fresh fish, and the kids enjoyed fresh baby shrimp out of styrofoam cups while Katie and I had some of that, some fresh crab, and smoked sturgeon, all out of styrofoam. But what made it also was that we just all sat in the way back of the minivan and had a makeshift picnic in the parking lot. It is one of those things that seemed so right, as much for what we ended up doing than what we ended up not doing.
Nathan's latest thing is "It's my birthday." This happens every day, and it is best not to fight it, but rather to say "Happy Birthday." This has been going on since... you guessed it, Owen's birthday. By the time it is Nathan's birthday in October, he'll probably be arguing that it isn't his birthday.
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