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Sorry to have left both all of you hanging after that last post. My little melt-down couldn't have happened at a better time: the next day we got up to head to Dave's parents' house, and the day after that we carried on down the road to the beach, which is where we've been kicking around for the last few days. This is also where we'll be happily kicking around for a few more days. On Sunday night there was a tornado watch. The storm was vicious and scary and we did, at one point, end up in the basement for about half an hour. My theory is that the storm helped to concentrate a lot of our stress into one moment so that when it was over, we were all completely relaxed and therefore able to really enjoy the rest of the week.

Henry has been enjoying being here, except for that one traumatizing moment when the ocean came up on the beach and tried to eat him. He ran shrieking towards me and then would not let go of my hand until we came home. That was Monday morning. By Monday afternoon it was cold and rainy, and yesterday was just plain cold so we didn't get a chance to walk on the beach again until this morning. Henry was extremely reluctant to go out on the sand again, but we finally just picked him up and carried him out. He wasn't at all thrilled, but eventually we were able to put him on the ground, and soon after that he was off on his own in search of shells to put in his little yellow bucket. Perhaps by the end of the week he'll be up for dabbling his toes in the water.