Though this child looks like me, he certainly does not have my insides. When I was young I had an extreme aversion to sand. There are pictures of me standing on the beach on a flattened cardboard box with my arms extended screaming. I would not touch the sand and most certainly never ventured off the shaded blanket to explore unchartered beach.
I have been interested to see how David would do on the beach. The last time he was around sand was before he could really move. I think he may have been too young to be bothered by it anyways. This past weekend at the lake we played on the beach almost every day.
Day 1: He was cautious yet curious. He didn't voluntarily crawl off the blanket and he would carefully squeeze the sand between his fingers. After a hand was covered in sand, he actually would stop using it. He literally acted like that hand did not exist. It was funny, but I was beginning to think he was going to be a scaredy-cat like I was.
Day 2: Dave went ALL OUT. I had him all cleaned up and ready to go eat lunch, no swimmie diaper and no bathing suit. All of a sudden he just takes off crawling towards the water with no hesitation. He was on a mission. The little man proceeded to crawl straight into the water and squeal with delight. He even rolled around in the sand and tried to eat a few handfuls. Phew! I think he is going to be a bit more brave than I had anticipated.
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