Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Beach
If I were still doing Top 10 lists (the only reason I quit was because my Daddy kept coming around after I was done, signing onto my account and moving himself up in the rankings -- as if there was a snowball's chance in Hades I'd have him ranked ahead of ice cream), I do believe I'd have to place The Beach in the top five. Nay, the top three.I looooooove the beach -- the taste of salty seawater that comes in through my nose, the smell of poop oozing out of my swim diaper and down my leg, the feel of sand all up in my stuff, the sight of hundreds of unsuspecting beachgoers for me to terrorize. They think I'm soooo cute -- until I steal their beach toys (I have all the same ones, but I totally prefer theirs), smash their sand castles and sit in their chairs.
But the beach is about more than that, as these pictures show so vividly...
You may ask how all that sand got in my hair, but let me ask you something: What's it to you?
Riding the carousel at the Wildwood boardwalk with my Daddy. He told me he thinks I'm already a better driver than Mommy!
What I really want to do is change the CD with one hand, and text message my friends with the other -- just like Daddy when he drives!
I'm a little skeptical about this here Teacup ride. I hope it doesn't go too fast.
I knew it! Get me off this ride! Maaaaaa-maaaaaaa!
Out for some beach grub. Here, Mommy. Take a picture of Daddy and me.
OK, now Daddy, you take the camera and take one of me and Mama.
OK, now you, Mr. Waiter... Take one of all three of us. (OK, nice work, Mr. Waiter, except haven't you ever heard of zooming in?)
Another night out on the town. I'm a little alarmed by Mommy's exuberant reciting of "cheeeese!"
Yeah, I'm so cool, I can rock the pink-giraffe bathing suit.
The aftermath of a cup of blue ice cream.
These noodles aren't so easy to eat. Next time, I'm bringing one of those beach shovels.
What's the over-under on the number of minutes it will take until this lollipop is covered in sand? (Hint: whatever it is, take the under.)
The family unit, chillin' in the beach house. (And Daddy showing off his one-handed photography technique.)OK, folks, that's all I've got for now. Hope everyone is having a nice summer. In lieu of a Top 10 list (see explanation above), I'll fill you in on what I'm digging these days (in no particular order):
The "Hot Chocolate" song from "Polar Express"
Barney
Kipper the Dog
Stacy (my babysitter)
Corn on the cob
Boudreau's Butt Paste
Gymnastics class
Mother Goose rhymes
Stellidora (my neighbors Estelle and Isadora)
Ice cream
Love to all,
Lucinda
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