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November 28, 2007

Beach bums part 2

You know it's hard to post about a long weekend without it sounding like a "What I Did Over Thanksgiving Holiday" essay for school.  That's what my first post about the beach sorta sounded like.  So, I thought I'd try again, only this time I'll just share some of the moments that made the weekend special.

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Three naked hineys and lots of laughter in the bu-bu-bubbly tub.

Grayson hunting for seashells with Nana surreptitiously planting store-bought shells for him to find.

A date night out with my sweetie, financed by my in-laws (yeah, they're great like that!).

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Grant's delight as he stomped, then body-slammed every sand castle Grayson made.

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Swimming in the indoor pool with Grayson, and the laughing, squealing dash for the outdoor elevator that followed.  Not to forget the I'm so freezing dance as the elevator made it's way to our floor.

Lots of special little moments that made up a great weekend.  Thanks Nana and Poppy for taking us along!

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Love the bath pictures, my absolute favorites of little people!!

You have such a good eye for "moments" in your photos -- but as good as your eye is, your inner ear for story textures is even better.

Oh, and consider yourself TAGGED (read tonight's post on my blog for the questions).

I think I just realized why I used to find so many beautiful, perfect shells on the beach when I was a kid...

Oops! Didn't mean to disillusion you, Chris! Maybe in your neck of the beach there really were nice shells? Maybe?

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