We spent a couple afternoons at the beach - you quickly learn, with a 20 month old, beach time does not mean "R&R" time. It means, dig in the sand until you reach China and run back and forth to the ocean to keep refilling the bucket with water. (So when you fill it up and bring it to your majesty (aka Henry), he dumps it out and sends you for more.)
Henry loved the beach - he loved the sand, loved being buried the sand (Uncle Alex was the ultimate champion at this!), loved the waves and the freezing water (always wanting to go all the way in), loved the birds and trying to get them to eat of his hand, and loved leaving with sand in every orifice of his body.
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