Beach Boy
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Can you believe it has been a whole year since we got down to the beach? I FINALLY convinced Mom and Dad to take me there. And whoa, what a difference a year makes! I found out that I really love playing in the waves. Look out Uncle Rhett...you might have a little surf buddy after all.
I was chill enough to even wander down to the water's edge by myself. Looking for coquinas, right Mom?
But mainly I hung with Mom in the surf, taking the crashing waves like a champ. (OK, I confess the waves that crashed in on me were not the biggest ones out there. I saw the real surfers take the big ones in total awe.)
I spotted the pier when we were playing in the morning, so after nap I insisted we return for a closer look.
Dad brought his pole, and what did we catch?
Hey what's he doing here?
I didn't know Dad had opposing counsel down at the coast.
Back at the ranch ...
No prob! Who needs a life guard anyway...
when you have Dad to act as your personal flotation device?
Dad and I tried to revive my swimming skills from last season. It will take a little time before I'm a little Michael Phelps.
Last but not least, it was chow time. I insisted on a fresh seafood restaurant (is grilled cheese coastal?).
A beautiful heron kept us company at dinner.
Stayed tuned for another post soon. Look for my tribute to the graduating Toddler House, class of 2009.
