Beach days

I don't know what the weather's like where you are, but we've hit that peculiar part of RI summer known alternately as "the dog days," "fry an egg on the sidewalk hot," or my personal favorite "the brain-melting stupifyingly horrendous days of horribleness." There's only one thing to do when this particular part of the season rolls around: get the heck out of town. So for the past couple of weekends, we've headed out to the Cape, where Aden bonded with his cousin Judah, trekked through the woods, climbed boulders, and further nurtured his inner fish. The highlight for him, though, was playing in buckets. Go figure.