Sunday was beach day

On Sunday morning, Max and I got up early and did the normal morning stuff (eat breakfast, wrangle into clothes, debate the merits of shoes, wrangle out of clothes to use the potty, change into new clothes when we didn't make it to the potty in time, discuss why using small voices in the morning is a good thing... you know, typical morning stuff).

We were both pretty frazzled by 7:30 when we went to tell papa that "its wake up time."  Leif is great, he hugged max, told me to take some time for myself and then asked Max what he wanted to do today.

Max thought about it for a few minutes, then "hmmm.... we go beach today."  And so we did.

Max got to run-run-run his energy out in the waves and on the sand.

Hana got to meet sand for the first time, delicately tasting the grains.

We all enjoyed the unseasonably warm January morning.  The sun was shining, the air was warm and their wasn't even the typical ocean breeze.  That made for a completely relaxing morning where our little family could re-set and enjoy each other.  

This is why we live in San Diego.