Beach Baby

For the past twenty+ years (literally ever since Kim and I ate 10lb of raw clams on the CT shoreline between the two of us), I have been lucky enough to be invited to the annual beach vacation of my best friend's family. It's a non-stop week of pure gluttony and nothing at all compares to it. It's also a bittersweet vacation as well as it marks the end of summer to our teacher mothers and the minute it is over, we start looking forward to next year.

This year was extra special because we were able to bring along Landon to share in the grand tradition. It was also superb for me because I got to eat cherrystones AND drink sangria - YUM. This year has been so busy with me going back to work, Steve making a career change and us in between homes, that life at home is just one giant race. Thus, it was incredibly meaningful for us to be able to settle down for less than 24 hours and just enjoy one another and Landon, who is becoming more and more a little person by the day.

It was a long and exaggerated trip to Rhode Island, complicated by a new car seat installation issue, but we finally made it! My two favorite guys:

Nothin' like a madras sun hat to make a dude look cute!


Walking to the beach. Landon loves being on shoulders. Let's face it, with Steve and I as his parents, he's not up this high on a daily basis!


Unfortunately, the first time Landon felt the water it was not a grand success. He loves the bath, but this was certainly much colder!


And of course he needed his mommy after . . .


and Daddy too!


Back at the house he had loads of fun pulling himself up on everything and anything:


Very proud of himself!


Catching some evening rays with Aunt Kim:

Next day at the beach . . . never one to sit still, Landon attemp standing up in the tent!

And finally a nap!

Just think, next year he'll be walking (no, running) and talking. FUN!