Beach day

I spent this afternoon at the beach with the boys, my father and my sister.  It was perfect weather, sunny and warm without being unbearably hot.  The boys dug in the sand, collected bits of seashell and played at the water’s edge.

I can’t tell you how pleased I was to watch D dashing in and out of the water, getting splashed by the waves, and laughing like mad.  He cried a few times when a wave hit him full on and splashed into his eyes and mouth, but didn’t get hysterical, and was back playing minutes later.  It’s hard to believe this was the kid who wouldn’t walk on sand (even with shoes on) a couple of years ago.  Whatever sensory issues he had, he seems to have outgrown them.  (Well, he’s still a ludicrously picky eater.  We were listening to NO! in the car yesterday, and he asked "Am I a supertaster?"  I said "I don’t know.  Maybe.")

In looking through my archives, I realize I wrote a similar post about him playing in the snow this winter.  I’m not sure I’ll ever take these simple joys for granted.

2 Responses to “Beach day”

  1. Mrs. Coulter Says:

    I used to work with a guy who was a supertaster. Really! Though his name wasn’t John Lee. He didn’t eat green peppers or anything else with the vaguest bitter taste, strong flavored cheeses (no blue cheese–American cheese was his favorite), or drink coffee (he didn’t drink alcohol of any sort because his father was a recovering alcoholic, but he said it tasted horrible anyway). I had never heard of the term before then.

  2. jackie Says:

    I think I’m a supertaster. I saw it for the first time in the Oprah magazine recently and it really hit me where I live. Bitter and sour tastes have always turned me off, and coffee and alcohol too. My parents gave me holy hell about being such a picky eater as a kid, and now I think that was the reason all along.

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