Beach ride

Enzo's Uncle Godfather was in town from Phoenix for the week, so we racked up the bikes and hit the beach. What a gorgeous day! Enzo has grown more comfortable with the bike trailer, but this was our first long ride. We covered about 16 miles of coastline, dodging the errent cooler-toting dad or the wayward toddler crossing the bike path. Thank God for my handle-bar bell which sounds like "kindly excuse me sir" but which really means "get out of my freaking way unless you want to be run over."

Note Enzo's glistening legs -- baby sunblock is the best!


Uncle Johnny showing E something fascinating. Probably Wahoo Tacos' black beans, which are Enzo's new favorite.


Enzo seemed to love the frigid water. Or maybe he was in shock. Or had hypothermia.


The 2-3 weekly trips to the park have definitely helped him become more comfy putting his feet in the sand.


But, as I suspected/feared, after 45 minutes of trying to keep fists full of sand out of Enzo's eyes and mouth (after he literally put fists full of sand into his eyes and mouth), we resorted to holding his hands and putting his shades on. This was a brief moment of silence because the camera couldn't capture the screaming, writhing, kicking, and fits full of rage. Just a calm day at the beach.

He really was a champ during this 5 hour excursion and fell asleep in the trailer with the ocean breeze at his back.