We've been enjoying our time at the beach so much -- with twice-a-day beach and pool sessions -- that no-nap Will has been needing a nap on occasion. He's still in denial though so yesterday afternoon he insisted on dozing on top of the couch like Aunt Alicia's poodles like to do. He slept soundly in this position for over an hour.
The beach house (as we happen to know because we're nosy like that) formerly belonged to Tom Petty. And Tom happened to show up on the back deck, looking eerily like Papa in stature. Will got his autograph.
The boys flying kites with Papa before bedtime:
And Will petting Freda, after he chose her to be our horse guide for a tour of beautiful, storied downtown St. Augustine: