. . . the beach

Barefoot is better at the beach. Even when it's a little chilly. La Petite Adorable had a great time using her bucket and shovel at the beach this weekend, but her favorite part of the day was the minutes she spent throwing sand into the air, into her hair and everywhere. Needless to say, her bath that evening left our tub in much the same condition as the seashore. Very, very sandy.



***Yep. Photo evidence that the dirtiest place in the world is the inside of our daughter's shoes. How her socks get so icky on the bottom is beyond us. And yes, those are the world's cutest Vans courtesy of Auntie Sarah. Get your own copy here.

. . . heavy equipment & pure contentedness

what's better than a bulldozer and a backhoe? Daddy's arms, of course! Wednesday afternoon, Averie got her first view of some construction (destruction) equipment as the city continued demolishing our front yard.

Neither baby nor babymama are certain that the big yellow digging and smushing things in the yard are actually a bulldozer and a backhoe - they could just as easily be an excavator and some type of grader. Either way, she seemed even smaller than usual next to these giant slabs of steel, and we decided to take a picture.




While the construction of the new sewer line provided a big dose of thunderous, wall-shaking excitement, nothing's better than a hug. The perfect tonic after a full day of brand new adventures? Cuddle time on daddy's chest.