We're back!
Willow, Che and I had a wonderful time at Panama City Beach with Katee, Aunt Coco, Gran and Pop. Willow absolutely had the time of her life. Thank you Gran and Pop for making the trip possible.
One of the many, many highlights of the trip (venture over to my or Cherish's Facebook page if you want to see the dozens of pictures Che posted in addition to the ones I have here) was when Che and I took Willow down to the beach and the surf.
Waterbaby Willow loved it!
As with about everything she tries, her first taste wasn't that pleasant (she gets this from her mommy), but her second taste was cosmic and her third taste was divine.
When her feet first hit the sand, a what-the-heck-is-this-stuff look flashed on her face. It's the same as when she tried grapes or peas or applesauce for the first time.
But soon she couldn't get enough of the stuff. She buried her little footsies in it, then she let the sand slip through her fingers. Then, as always, she tried to eat it.
Che and I slowly guided her down to the real fun stuff, the Gulf's waves crashing into the beach. At the beginning of the trip, we caught the tide perfectly because the water was rippling over the sand in a long, shallow pool. All we had to avoid really were the teen boys skimming across the water on their boards (these teen boys proved more dangerous than the waves).
Willow tiptoed into the water with the same look of disgust as with the sand (and the grapes and the peas and the applesauce). But soon she showed her water baby ways, splishing and splashing in the surf.
By the second day, she was boldly dashing deeper and deeper into the water.The waves knocked her back a bit here and there, but she was undeterred, determined to step forth and go deeper into the clear, emerald water (sometimes never wanting to go back to the sand).
A time or two, Che and I had to catch her when a wave came chest high and swept her feet from under her, but Willow giggled the whole time.
The whole time.
In the end, she was a sloppy and sandy mess (a most wonderful mess to be in, indeed).
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| At first Willow didn't like the sand between her toes. |
Willow, Che and I had a wonderful time at Panama City Beach with Katee, Aunt Coco, Gran and Pop. Willow absolutely had the time of her life. Thank you Gran and Pop for making the trip possible.
One of the many, many highlights of the trip (venture over to my or Cherish's Facebook page if you want to see the dozens of pictures Che posted in addition to the ones I have here) was when Che and I took Willow down to the beach and the surf.
Waterbaby Willow loved it!
As with about everything she tries, her first taste wasn't that pleasant (she gets this from her mommy), but her second taste was cosmic and her third taste was divine.
When her feet first hit the sand, a what-the-heck-is-this-stuff look flashed on her face. It's the same as when she tried grapes or peas or applesauce for the first time.
But soon she couldn't get enough of the stuff. She buried her little footsies in it, then she let the sand slip through her fingers. Then, as always, she tried to eat it.
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| But soon she was a pro walking in the stuff. |
Willow tiptoed into the water with the same look of disgust as with the sand (and the grapes and the peas and the applesauce). But soon she showed her water baby ways, splishing and splashing in the surf.
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| Then Mommy helped her brave the seawater. |
A time or two, Che and I had to catch her when a wave came chest high and swept her feet from under her, but Willow giggled the whole time.
The whole time.
In the end, she was a sloppy and sandy mess (a most wonderful mess to be in, indeed).
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| By Day 2, she was Waterbaby Willow, scooping up seashells by the seashore. |
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