The weekend before Labor Day (August 25th) we decided a trip to the coast was in order so we could fly that kite we'd purchased way back in the spring. And really to redeem ourselves as fun parents, I mean, we don't live that far from the coast and we never go.
We packed a lunch and headed out with no plan on which beach to actually visit. At the crossroads to head north to Bodega or to turn south to who knows what, we chose south and ended up at Dillon Beach. It was a great sandy beach, windy (though that was the whole point), and pleasantly cold.
I feel like Devin overcame some personal issues in walking in the sand without throwing a fit, and he ended up having a wonderfully terrific time digging and pretending to be an excavator, flying the kite with Daddy, and chasing seagulls. He did not enjoy getting his feet wet and told me it was way too cold.
Landon enjoyed the first 5 minutes of said adventure snuggling with Mama. Then he started giving a look that said, "Why, oh why are my parents subjecting me to this thing called wind?" Then he started coughing in indignation at the whole coast idea; then he starting crying about it. So we created a cocoon of warmth in his car seat and he fell asleep. When he awoke, he was much happier.
Britton family adventure success!

























































