Oliver and Henry at the beach!The tough life continues...Oliver and I are now spending our days splashing in the ocean (on the days Oliver likes the ocean, he's rather fickle about it), and splashing in the sand! Yes, you read that correctly, Oliver doesn't really dig, he sweeps and splashes the sand around him. He, obviously, gets covered in sand and eventually rubs sand in his eyes, which greatly offends him. Poor thing.
Oliver is a bit quirky about life at the beach. He is, as mentioned before, fickle about his love of the ocean, so today Granddaddy brought his blowup pool to the beach for him...a bit embarassing for all involved except King Oliver. And at other times Oliver decides he doesn't want to jump the dribble of waves that make their way to him, he wants to go out deep and jump the big waves. He just can't seem to make up his mind about the old Atlantic. All of these activities involve a great deal of mommy-energy though and wear me out thoroughly, so falling asleep sure doesn't take too long.
Oliver has also found some inside activities he enjoys, mainly playing with cardboard boxes, ripping apart magazines and chewing on plastic lids. Cheap entertainment, fine by me.
Here is a vidoe of Oliver's new found love, paper.
