This morning we loaded into the truck and made the 15 mile trek to the ocean. It was already 82 degrees at 9:30, so we were looking forward to a little relief. When we arrived, we walked out on a pier to see what was biting. The beach goes on for miles in either direction as you can see here. Miles and miles of white, soft, sandy beaches. Neat-o.
Grandpa hauled "Chunk" in the cart. "Luna beach!"
She couldn't get out of that thing fast enough. Her eyes immediately cast on the water.
And away she went, making sure her shadow was keeping pace.
No fear, this girl. She walked right in.
Grandpa decided to make sure she didn't go for an unexpected swim.
All smiles. "Daddy sit down!" No thanks.
I don't know if she was having fun. It's a little hard to tell. :-)
Then she wanted to go where the big kids were playing. Daddy thought it best to accompany her.
"Boy! Ball!"
After a couple of hours in the sun and the sand, we headed home with the girl, kicking and screaming. As with all of our outings on the trip so far, we had a great time. Following a much needed refueling (lunch), Luna went and locked herself in the bathroom! Or more accurately, she locked us out. She refused to come open the door. We heard some noises and then...quiet. She wouldn't respond to our calls anymore.
"Please open the door."
Knowing that silence and children often equals mischief, dad went and found a screwdriver to open the door. Here is little missy standing on the stool she moved in front of the sink trying to turn on the water to the sink to wash her hands. Little stinker.
