We spent a cloudy morning at the beach, last Thursday. I'm going to alter the date so it seems as though I've posted with regularity, but we all know the truth.

Lucy loved the hole my mom dug for her.
Bowden drove his dump truck up and down the beach in his chonies. I don't really know what the point of bathing suits are at the beach for children who can't swim, unless you care about tan lines.
My mom and I are old castle pros.

My camera was dying, and I told my mom- "Quick!" when she asked for a picture of all three. She quickly adjusted her hair and collar, and this is what I got.
Moat and rock wall...we got all out.