Beach trip

We went to the beach today. And got a lucky break. It was sunny. In Oregon. The Oregon Coast was sunny. It was windy, but rather a breeze than a full force gale. Re was soo excited, as soon as he saw the water he yelled, "BEACH!!". He took off his shoes, and left his socks on and went right into the waves. Then he jumped back and yelled, "Cold!!" We really tried to explain that it would be cold. However, some lessons must be learned on their own. However it did not stop him from continuing to run to the waves, and run back when they came in. Er was doing a good job keeping up, for about three waves. The fourth wave came faster than her little legs could go, and down she went. The look of shock on her face. Like the ocean had just reached up and slapped her for no reason. I scooped her up and she started to yell, "RUN!".
So back to the car we trekked, changed clothes, and attempted to get sand off of her. Then back to the beach, and right back into the waves.
The first wave was coming faster than her legs could go, so I scooped her up and started to run with her. She looked over my shoulder at the ocean, and yelled "SLOW DOWN, SLOW DOWN, SLOW DOWN" at the water. We just got out of the way to see Re take a spill into the waves. Drenched from head to toe. And laughing about it. Until the wind picked up. Then he was done.
Then it was off to pizza, which is currently the favorite food. Well, any food they like they call pizza. But actual pizza is a favorite. "Pepperoni- the red kind, please mama." when asked what kind.

Other great moments-
I took the kids to the local farm with small animals. Re started to explain that his Haitian Papa had a goat. And a horse. And chickens. And grew carrots. This is a huge step in the process. For him to know it is safe to talk about his memories, and to start to process that loss - after only two months- seems like a God thing to me.
We are starting to have success with looking us in the eye, and maintaining eye contact. Although we have work to do, it is starting to happen. It takes an effort on our part to initiate, but we believe it's well worth it.
Re has decided that doing dishes is the bomb. Every evening he jumps up and insist on helping put away the clean dishes. We know this too shall pass, but are enjoying the enthusiasm.
Er has taken to smelling everything. Really, everything. From her poopy diapers- YUCK, to every food I put in front of her, other kids hands and hair, shampoo bottles, books, clothes, and my leg. It's been quite entertaining. Apparently the carpet at church is especially enticing.
Er has also made the decision that she is quite content in diapers, and every attempt to potty trained is met with poopy panties. I'm going to continue to 'baby' her in the department, assuming she must still need to be 'babied'. However, the clock is ticking on how long this will be okay. Because preschool starts in the fall.

Okay, time for dinner. And that is seriously a big deal around here. Leftover Pizza - doesn't get much better than that.