Beach Pictures Continued

See here the 'X-chromosome-proud' group on the surrey bike that came with our beach rental...it was a slow ride and very hilarious. This is truly a fierce group of guys here.



I like this picture a lot of the boys playing in the street because it is really what they did a lot of the time we were there. All transition time and relaxation time for the parents was kid-time in the street. They loved it and got to play with all the other kids in the neighborhood. There was quite a bit of fussing out there but we didn't hear most of it.

And see here also the great picture of the Moms. The outnumbered, prissy, fussy, tired and celebrated Moms. One day we'll have houses that might smell a little nice and could be clean, but we'll never forget the grit and good times of small boys!

Oh no! Caught with scooby-doo pajamas and blue-blanket in action! This is a perfect picture of Will as a four-year-old holding tight to Dad.

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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