Beach Baby
F LOVED the water. She would grab your hand (or, perhaps, you would grab hers) and lunge towards the water. She was terrifyingly unafraid and even landing face first into a wave and getting a mouth full of sand didn’t faze her. Losing a shoe in the water, however, and watching it come in and go out as her grandfather, dubbed “Baba” by J, went after it dampened her watery ardor. Eating salt water flavored with sand is just fine but risking losing a shoe? Can’t be done.

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March 26th, 2008 09:30
She’s a girl, and shoes are very important to a fashioinable wardrobe…. The lose of a stylish purple Croc would be a tragedy. LOL
March 26th, 2008 13:30
hehe. I love this story. MJ is a huge shoe fanatic as well. I’m not kidding, it was her first word. She won’t go out onto the sand at the beach because she doesn’t like her shoes to get dirty. How the hell did I end up with a girlie girl?
March 26th, 2008 21:33
I totally agree! Shoes are serious business!
March 27th, 2008 09:42
wow, F looks so purposeful and grown up. Can hardly believe they are no longer babies. So nice that you have a warm place to escape to at this horribly dull point between winter and spring. J