Here is my little beach bum. He wasn’t real big on putting his hands in the sand but loved to bury his toes as we walked.

A day at the beach isn’t complete without a little peek-a-boo.

As I mentioned before, we had gone down to visit some friends. Lori and I both had the same complications with getting pregnant, then shared the same due date of Halloween which neither of us wanted, and then our little gifts were born four days apart.

By looking at the pictures, you would never guess my little man is the oldest. Many people guessed him at 6 to 8 months while we were down there. “Nope,” I would tell them, “He will be one at the end of the month.”

Our last day there the sun actually popped out; however, we wanted to make sure Asher got in a trip to beach. So the day before when it was spotty showers, we went down to the pavilion in Boca Raton. As a little girl growing up there, this was the very stretch of beach my parents took me too.

You’ll notice in these pictures his little tufts of hair blowing in the wind. Very strong winds. I plan to have Lance upload more pictures to our Flickr, where Aunt Heather and I are in them looking as though our hair is going to take off without us.

Usually there is not a curl in sight on my son’s head. However with a little mix of humidity, rain (yes even on our sunny day we sat there for 5 minutes while it sprinkled on us), and the salty ocean air. My son has curls.

Keep an eye open and I will share more pictures from the trip. Thank you to Lori, Dan, Evan, and Logan for all the fun play time. Thanks to Uncle Gary and Aunt Jan who housed us, and a BIG thank you to Aunt Heather who invited us to come and lost sleep because of it.