Escape to Tropical Paradise...

Ok, it was Panama City, but a girl can dream!  We toted all our gear out to the sand each morning and camped out under our tent til I had to go nurse 6 wk old baby as long as we could stand the heat.  I hoped H would embrace the beach this year like she did last summer, and she did not disappoint.  She mostly looked like a sugar cinnamon doughnut all covered in sand, red cheeked, and curly-sweaty-headed.  She was a champion bird chaser and had perfected her digging skills with her yellow "shobel" by week's end.  The first week of her life I held her on the deck at our home and told her all the places I would one day take her...what a marvel to watch her fall in love with one of those places. A place that she calls her "beach-ocean".  A place from my curly-sweaty-headed childhood.