Oh yeah, oh yeah.

If the title of this post didn't sound exactly like Pauly D in your head, your first grade teacher clearly failed when teaching you to read.

Demand a refund.

Scratch that, the government is totally broke. Instead, soak up my the ray of gloriousness that is Phin's hair.

Our faces are washed out. I'm totally smirking, but our hair is so freaken glam.

That's what happens when you mix sunscreen with baby hair. Baby hair that needs to be cut but Mamma has a hang up and doesn't want to admit that her baby isn't really a baby at all, but a vicious, crazy toddler. Just to clarify.

Beach day was awesome. Did I accidentally flash the entire beach population trying to come up from the water all Baywatch like for Lesco? Yes, yes I did.

Did everyone laugh? No. So I guess me and the beach broke even.

Did Phin scream every time we tried to trick him into his baby flotation device and one point push it out to sea screaming no? Yup.

Did he also enjoy petting every single "Dog dog" and sitting at the edge of the sand throwing sticks for Liza? Yes sir. Phin and the beach, even.

Did Jared float around like a little social butterfly, making friends with the dudes with beer bongs, telling them how awesome being a dad was and showing off his dog? Jared, always winning.

Did the people cheer when we left because my psychotic dog barked every thirteen seconds that passed without a stick being thrown into the lake for her?

If they did we didn't hear them and for that and I think beach day was a total success.

Check out the chick walking on water in the back. Awesome.

Doesn't it look like he's having a blast? He was, dude is like an Olsen twin. He doesn't smile for the camera.

All tuckered out on the way back to the car.