She has thanked us no less than ten times for bringing her to the beach…
I love five, I wish she could be this age forever. I love the sweetness, and the things she says. I love the sass…just the right amount of sass, not too much.
Baby J has no idea what vacation is, but he LOVES the water…he loves the sand, the food, and having his daddy around all the time.
Our boy turned three this week. We had ice cream, and he opened some presents…he had no idea how to open presents, so it took forever, and he got a little worried every time the paper tore. It was precious.
We will have a little party for him in a few weeks when things settle down, and he is able to walk a little.
He is, of course, unable to walk, but he will take a few limpy little steps if we hold his hands. He started pulling himself to a standing position the day after the cast came off, and yesterday he started standing up without something to hold onto…
I have loved being at the beach with my precious little family… and I am excited to see what the next months will bring us with little M being in school, and with baby J learning to walk.