Folly Beach

So...here's how daylight savings time works. Iain wakes up at 5:45. Except it's really 4:45. I take him in the kitchen, see that my mother is awake, drop him on her and sprint back to bed. Whee!!

Later, when it's 7:45 (6:45), we drove out to Folly Beach, which would normally be ucky on a holiday weekend, but since it's the crack of dawn, all the people who partied last night are busy sleeping it off.


This was Iain's first trip to any beach, and his first experience of lots of sand. He was undecided. The dry sand was ok, the wet sand was NOT, the surf was NOT, but the sea gulls were nice. "FlyFly" he said to them, and then "bye."

He walked all the way back from the surfline to the street by himself, learning to deal with the sand, which is fine but quite smooshy. So every step your ankles have to help you re-balance. That's good training, I figure, for a boy learning to walk with confidence.

Closeup: toes in sand. Delicious.