Secret Agent Josephine

It’s that time of year again. The highway is crowded with cars and you can’t find a parking spot for blocks. When you open the windows to let in the ocean breeze, you hear the mixing sounds of more than one car stereo. In the grocery store, pasty white bodies sport red shoulders and zinc covered noses. The smell of coconut lotion and the sound of sand on linoleum follow you down the bread aisle. Salty hair, tied towel skirts and sandy flip flops are the attire of choice… Can you guess what season it is?

It’s tourist season!

Baby Bug and I took a walk down to the beach in the middle of the day yesterday. Yikes! It was hot! I never noticed how sweaty the baby carrier can make you! I was dressed in a tank top and I had sweat dripping down my back. So unglamorous. I think Baby Bug is going to have to start liking the stroller soon.

There were people everywhere, mostly kids. I love how kids universally love the beach. A little fuzzy-headed girl, (not much bigger than Baby Bug) dressed in a hot pink sun-suit ran ahead of us with such glee it made me want to kick up my heels and run after her. I asked her mom how old she was and her mom told me she was one. One! That means next year that will be me chasing after a little fuzzy-headed girl in a hot pink sun-suit.

I can’t wait!