August 3, 2002 - Saturday
Harry's been looking forward to our beach vacation ever since we mentioned it to him a couple of weeks ago. I'm not really sure that he remembers it from last year, but he's looked at the pictures and is certainly ready to go. Interestingly, last night at bedtime, he started talking about how he was going to play in the sand, but that he wasn't going to play in the big waves, apparently tentative about the potential danger. When we actually got here today, that lasted about five minutes.
After our morning in the car, we went down to the beach for only an hour or so before lunch and Harry hardly even stopped at the sand. He was in the water and, indeed, in the big waves with even more excitement than last year. And, he stayed in the big waves long past the point that his little body began to shiver almost uncontrollably from the cold of the water. I finally convinced him to take off his wet shirt and run back and forth into and away from the waves, thinking that might warm him up a little. He did not care to sit wrapped in a towel very long.
Jeremy, on the other hand, was not as excited about the water as Harry, although Harry was a little nervous two years ago at a similar age. But, Jeremy seemed happy in the warmth of the sand and did venture into the water a little with his mother.