
Today was perfect weather on the Oregon coast - Kyle, Doug, and Kona are frolicking on the beach.

Here's a beautiful photo of my beautiful baby... and some lady's ass.

Here are Kyle, Kona and Mom bundled up while the wind was blowing.

Kyle is not particularly thrilled at this point. (Note: Again, we managed to get a good shot of some lady's rear end. Which got me thinking... in how many of other peoples' photos does my rear end appear?)

"This is not what I had in mind when I asked for a sandwich."

"Now Kyle, if you don't go swim in that 55 degree ocean water, Daddy is going to have to carry you in and I am not a cold water dude."

One of Kyle's favorite pastimes at the beach was literally rolling in the sand.

This is when Kyle saw a helicopter flying over head.

"I heart helicopters! Look at me, I'm a helicopter."

When the waves came in, Kyle would run as quick as he could to avoid them.

"Check it out - another reason to love Starbucks - the sand toys."

Except for the time that a wave came in and knocked Kyle over and got sand in his ears, Kyle loved his beach trip.

Kona enjoyed the beach trip by barking a seagulls, eating dead crabs, and whining incessantly.

"Here I come - don't let that wave get me."

"Hee Hee. I love the beach. It's like one giant sandbox, but better."
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