I tried to help him get into a pose called Birds of Paradise.
Blake loved the water. He had a hard time understanding why he couldn’t go all the way in. He walked up and down the shore and was completely fascinated with the waves washing up against his toes. He did not love, however, when the dry sand clung to his wet feet. That’s my little Mr. Clean.
Blake loved to point out and chase the “ducks” (seagulls).
The beach wore us out so my brother and I crashed on Blake’s carseat on the way home. It made a good pillow.