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My Little Beach Girl
My Little Beach Girl
Baby Bug and I walk down to the beach nearly every day. Most days we just stand there at the water’s edge and sigh. We watch the waves crash for a few minutes and then we head back up the hill to home because it’s almost her bedtime. But lately when we stand on the beach, she has been waving her arms up and down excitedly. She jumps up and down inside the carrier by pushing off me with her legs. Since I’m a sucker for a happy baby, I’ve been taking her out of the carrier and letting her “walk” on the wet sand.
She loves it! She just plain loves “walking” in general. She can’t really walk, she doesn’t have her balance yet. But she loves it when I hold her hands and she can use her legs to take steps. She take high steps like a soldier. It’s very funny to watch, just ask Whoorl. She walked a bunch when we were over there visiting Anders the other day.
When we’re at the beach “walking,” Baby Bug leans forward in eagerness and sometimes backwards because her legs are going faster than I can keep up. She loves the waves. She has no fear. She just wants to run out into them. Today I let her go all the way to the frothy small waves lapping on the shore. She squealed in delight. She is so joyful right now, it’s contageous. I love this stage.
I love it that she loves the beach. She really is my dream baby come true.
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Since I promised, here is my attempt to write a pantuom for my Grandma. I usually like writing poetry but for some reason I’m not getting the trick of this form. I think I must be misunderstanding the rules. By the last quatrain I’m forgetting where I am. But I also read that you shouldn’t try too hard to make it work, so this is me trying hard not to try too hard.
The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air
Foam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
My daughter smiles from ear to ear as closer we draw near
Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagernessFoam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
Reminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my earReminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
I think of white sundresses with spaghetti straps or less
Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my ear
Taunting me with stories and secrets to confessHer little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
She is looking at the water, unlike me she has no fear
She kicks me as she’s fastened in her harness on my chest
The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air -
The Great Insane Paris Project
I must be crazy. I got a wild idea that it would be really cool to upload all my pictures from my Paris trip last year into Flickr and then make a QOOP mini flip book out of them. (Minibooks are so cute! I am in love with them! So handy! They fit in your purse! Memories in your pocket! Woo Hoo!) Why did I think I could do this when I don’t remember any of the names of the places AND I can’t spell AND I don’t speak French? I’m nuts. Not to mention I have a baby and I only get three 1.5 hour breaks a day that I should be using to vacuum and do dishes and scrub crusty food off the highchair. Oh yeah, I have some freelance clients who need some work done too. Why am I so dumb?
Be a superdoll and do me a favor if you are bored at work and you happen to be a smartypants Francophile who knows the names of all these places and such. Leave me notes in the flickr comments and I’ll be your best friend forever. Really. Maybe I’ll send you something from my Paris shop. Or don’t. No biggy. It’s not like there’s a deadline for me to get this new wacky crazy project done. It’s not like I don’t already have a zillion projects half done waiting for me to finish. One more won’t hurt. OR… leave me the wrong names and mess with my head! Yeah, that’s even better!
And since we’re just posting by the seat of our pants, here’s some random questions for the internet:
1. Do you like lots of hurried half hazard posts (like this one) without relevant pictures and movies or fewer posts but with better content and care?
2. Does anybody know anything about jogger strollers and which ones are better? I keep hearing that they are so big and a big old pain because they don’t steer properly. I’m thinking of buying a used one (because in my dreams I am the hot mama who runs every morning… more on that later).
Okay enough from me. Must go drink coffee before the baby wakes up. Must get rainbow connection song out of my head! I’m singing it so much it’s making me sick!
p.s. I’m not even done uploading Paris photos….there are so MANY!!!!!
