Elizabeth meets the beach.

It has been my heart's desire to take my baby to the beach. I grew up loving the beach and I thought it was time my little one got a chance to try it out. She did not disappoint. She may look just like her father, but she proved on this day that she is in fact my baby. YAY!

Her first taste of sand.



She wasn't sure at first but then she decided she liked it and went after it in earnest.

(I just love the sand on her diaper bum!)
Her first touch of her toes in the soft wet sand.





Her first dip of her tippy toes in the water.



She liked it so much, she insisted on sitting down so she could be entirely saturated by the water.


And she liked that so much, she insisted on cralwing herself unassisted head first into the sand. She arched her back and wiggled down every time I tried to pick her up so she could race headlong back into the water. It was hilarious! (And quite a proud day for her mama.)


My beautiful beach baby after drying off. You can see it had become quite cloudy that day. Papas had come down with Elizabeth and I into the surf once more before we decided to pack it up and leave and Papas is ever the adventurous one. He kept luring us in further and further into the water and we kept getting colder and colder. He gets so excited about things like that, goofy little things to test how long you can stay in the water or who chickens our first or whatever, that it's impossible not to love him...or follow him into freezing cold water in brisk, cloudy weather. Elizabeth giggled the whole time.



Elizabeth was happy to be wherever her Papas was. He was up early every morning because he had to get ready to go to work. Because we were still on central time, Elizabeth was up super early too. So, we got Papas all to ourselves every morning for a couple of hours to eat breakfast with him, play tiger or monster, help him pick out his ties, read the paper or play with the new cool toys at their house, and send him off to work. During those hours when she had her Papas all to herself and it was all quiet, Elizabeth decided her Papas was pretty fun and a darned good tiger. He loves babies and babies can just sense that.

Anyway, afterwards we went to get ice cream at Tiny's. (love the irony of a place that specializes in ice cream and hoagies and calls itself Tiny's.) Nana and Papa love this place. They make these ridiculously sized soft serve cones all old school style. Nana may or may not have snuck Elizabeth some ice cream. I won't say that that's the primary reason that Elizabeth loves Nana, but I will say that wherever Nana is, Elizabeth knows she'll be well fed and that she'll get away with murder.


Adam may also have shared his ice cream with Elizabeth, but that's unconfirmed at this point. Does he look guilty to you?