It was perfect beach weather today, sunny and mid 20's with a nice breeze. So after our "picnic lunch" on the patio we packed up and headed out, the whole family. I think this was the first time we brought M. to the beach. As a baby she would put everything in her mouth, so an afternoon of trying to keep her from eating sand probably didn't seem that appealing last summer.
M. absolutely loved it, as did her brother. "Bath!" she would say as she waded out into the cool water. As B. played with his tractor and made "sand art," M. would walk along the shoreline, exploring and picking up leaves and rocks as she went. "Cookie!" she said once, when she picked up a chunky rock, and then proceded to put it to her mouth. "No, M! Not a cookie, a rock! Yuck!" I told her.
"Rock," she mused as she studied her find a little closer. "Hello, Rock!" she cheerily replied, and then chucked it into the water.
M. greets all kinds of inanimate objects this way, it is quite funny to me. "What's that?" she says, when she points to something in a book or a magazine. "That's a dinosaur, M." "Hello, dino-house!" she replies, as if to say, "Welcome to my world!"
