Yesterday might have been the first day of spring, but it felt like summer. We celebrated by spending the afternoon at the beach. The water was a shocking 45 degrees (or so I was told by another brave beach-goer), but that didn't stop the little guy from jumping right in.
When I finally managed to convince him it was time to head home for dinner, his little toes were nearly frozen, and yet he was as happy as a clam. I'm starting to remember just how much I love summer- days at the beach tend to fly by, and I would be pretty darn happy not to set foot in the library or children's museum (our daily hang-outs all. winter. long.) until there is snow on the ground once again. Welcome Spring!!