The beach.

Alright, all you Texas girls who follow my blahg will be happy to hear that we are embarking on a heat wave here in Michigan, and we are supposed to experience temperatures in the mid-90s and even over 100 at some point.

Today was Day 1.

So we headed to the beach.

We had actually already planned to have a day at the beach with our friends Stephanie and Troy, but the news of a heat wave convinced me that we should go back again sometime this week.

Oh, and every Sunday has officially been coined by the four of us as "Beach Day."

Sweet.

Anyways, when Thad was about a year old, my mom and I took him walking along the beach.

He hated it. Cried. Refused to step in the sand. I am pretty sure he was convinced we were attempting some form of toddler torture.

Today?

Totally different story.

If you look close enough, you can see that he is covered in sand, pretty much head to toe.

He would run in the water, and then run into the sand and dive like he was some sort of heroic baseball player. 

Then he'd roll around in it like a dog on grass.

It was actually kind of odd.

But, the more odd, the better the picture...

...so I'll take odd. ;)