On Friday, Silas was sitting on the floor, where the sunshine was streaming in from outside. When I moved him to a different spot without sun, he cried. So, I moved him back. He likes the sun, just like his mama. I thought it might be a good beach day, and I was feeling brave enough to venture there on my own with Silas. I asked him how he felt about it, and he gave me two toes up, as you can see above. So, off we went.
Silas played in the sand for a while, which actually just entailed eating it, then drank his bottle and fell fast asleep. He was the perfect little beach buddy, and we will be doing this often, so long as he doesn't start crawling soon. I fear that will be coming sooner than later.
I had a realization while laying out at the beach. When you are a transracial family, a lot of people like to look at you. It hasn't been anything negative, but we definitely draw attention. I normally don't mind the curious looks/stares, but it's kind of a different story when you're wearing a bathing suit. Needless to say, the healthy eating and the working out start this week.