We took Silas to the tide pools in Dana Point last week. The trip didn't involve a lot of tide pool exploring with this guy. He was far more interested in the plethora of rocks at his disposal to eat. We watched boats and birds and the waves rolling in and out. We walked back and forth along the beach with Silas holding onto just one of my fingers. Anytime I would try to pull it away from him, he would drop to his knees. He has no idea that he can totally walk. One of these days, he'll figure it out, and then there will be no stopping him.While Silas and I were sitting on the beach together, Nick started walking towards the water. All of a sudden, Silas looked up and saw him and starting yelling, "Dad-ty! Dad-ty!" and crawled as fast as he could after him. He's been saying mama and dada for a while now, but daddy is new, and there was no mistaking that he knew exactly what he was saying.