Beach

We went to Seaside. It was COLD and windy. Owen didn't seem to mind. He ran and enjoyed the wind. He even took off his shoes and socks and ran and loved the beach. Henry, not so much. I held him, and he moaned that he was cold.

 

 It was going to rain any moment, and the wind was gusty, but it was beautiful.

 Owen has discovered the joy of writing in the sand.

 

We went back to our condo. The same place we stayed this summer when Henry got really, really sick. I will admit I had flashbacks. It took a while to enjoy our lovely vacation. Henry is tired. He is puny. He is so skinny... but he still seems happy. His eating waxes and wanes... luckily he likes salt water taffy, but only when we are in Seaside. He loves candy... when we are on vacation. He is being carried A LOT. We both feel he is sliding a bit faster, so we are again remembering to enjoy every moment.