I took my love to the beach on Valentine’s Day.

It was Steel’s first time at the beach and he just soaked it all in.

First, we lathered him in sunscreen– head to toe, then put his blue, beach outfit on him that we’ve been anxiously waiting for him to fit into, and finally threw his hat on so his little head didn’t get sunburned… and off we went. It actually didn’t go as smoothly as I just made it sound. Everytime we try to leave the house for an “outing” it turns into a two hour episode of packing to make sure we don’t leave anything behind the baby might need while we’re out. All the while, Duke nervously sits at the door or follows us around with the sadest face hoping, and I’m sure doggy-praying, that he’s going with us. He almost always does, but he’s not completely convinced until we grab his leash, because that’s as good as saying, “okay, let’s go!”   

Avila Beach was beautiful and packed this Sunday afternoon. The four of  us (Steve, Steel, Duke and myself) were with our friends Christian and Kari, their son, Jai, who is just two weeks younger than Steel and their two dogs.

The major event that came out of the beach outing was when Steel put his feet in the sand for the first time. It was as if everthing around us seemingly went silent. We took pictures of his little toes sinking into the sand and got video of him trying to gobble fistfuls of sand.

I’ve got to say, I never really thought much of the pacifiers that close automatically when dropped on the ground, until now. Every time that thing popped out of Steel’s mouth, it shut closed and not a grain of sand touched the part Steel sucks on! I’m definitely now a fan!

After a while, we took the babies on a nice, long stroll down the beach, Steel fell asleep, and we called it a day.

We didn’t put him in the water this time.

We’ll save that first for his second trip to the beach!