We found out that one of my great-grandmother's is buried in Blaine. I've never lived close enough to visit any grandparents grave on Memorial Day, so we decided to go see if we could find it. We couldn't. But at least we tried! After that we went out to Birch Bay. The boys had such fun at the beach last time we decided to take their papa since he hadn't been yet. It was another chilly, gray day at the beach, but it was really, really nice. B scooped a little crab up out of the ocean with his sand bucket. You can see by the look on his face that he was utterly thrilled. We're not entirely sure it wasn't already dead, but he didn't need to know that. S was understandably a little gun-shy from his last trip to the beach, and was afraid of cutting his legs on the rocks again. But as long as I held his hand or at least stayed close by, he was happy. And E was just as content as could be in her daddy's arms. It was a good day.
Can you see how thrilled he is?
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