What A Difference A Year Makes

We took our first trip to the shore this week with the whole gang. All five of us piled into the mini van and drove down to North Wildwood for some wild n' wacky adventures.

Last year, Ry absoltely refused to get into the ocean. Refused. This year he ran right into the water like it was his job, and stayed there until we dragged him out. He showed no fear (even when the waves knocked him over and his poor mom watched on - half tempted to go rescue him but half proud to watch him hold his own.)

By the time we got to the amusement pier, Ry was clearly over getting his picture taken. Alas - a good time was had by all and we made it home in one piece (covered in sand, but in one piece nonetheless).