Spur of the Moment Summertime

Harry's modus operandi lately is to ask to go outside mere moments after we've woken up in the morning and not stop asking until we've put our shoes on and ventured out into the backyard. Today, though, after checking the weather to find that it was in fact not going to rain, we packed up the car, drove through McDonald's for some pancakes to eat in the car, and headed off to Lake Michigan. Forty minutes later, this:



And this:



And this:

We spent a couple wonderful hours at the beach, especially its playground, chasing sea gulls (or "sea eagles" if you ask Harry), getting wet up to our knees (me and Kevin) or shoulders (Harry), and watching sailboats come in and out of the channel. We're so glad we let Harry talk us into going outside.