Jack loved the beach when he was 8 months old. Not so much at 17 months.
It was in the 80s, but very windy with big choppy waves. Jack spent the majority of the time clinging to me and refusing to touch the sand. He would scream every time he did. The ocean was too loud for him.
Lets hope he does better next time.
We went to a Cuban restaurant for lunch and Jack chowed down on fried plantains, pork chunks, and black beans with rice.
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