The only outings we did while in
Merritt were to nearby Lake City, a cute little town with a great coffee shop, a sweet ice cream stand, and a small slice of beach just perfect for a family day trip. The first morning we went was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. Perfect weather, perfect, non-threatening beach for little people. They could get right into the water and go way out, since there were no waves. (Being a born and bred East Coaster and a dedicated Atlantic Ocean girl, I actually prefer the majesty, power, and noise of the big waves, but it was nice to be able to let down my guard and not worry about children getting knocked down, swept away, or half-drowned by a breaker.)
Little-known fact: my husband is an expert stone skipper. The first couple of yards of the lake floor were pebbly, so Matthew had the chance to take some lessons.
Plunk!
Meg had a great time bossing working with Grandma on a sand village.
Beautiful beach baby!
2 comments:
I am not sure Esme is still a baby. They grow SO fast.
I still call Eli the baby and he will be 3 in October. We took the rails off his crib and he is in a big boy bed now. One of those bitter sweet moments. Now if we could just use the potty we'd officially be out of babyhood.
Awww, man! I don't think I can stop calling her my baby. At least not until the next one arrives...
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