This weekend we went to Wrightsville to escape the Augusta "Masters" Madness. We had a successful trip up. This is the second time the kids have been out to the beach but the first time they were only 10 weeks old and couldn't "sit" yet. This time it was just warm enough to sit outside and play in the sand. We all liked the sand.
Woodson does not want to let go of the sand he has "trapped" in his hand.
Mercer Anne has found her seashell and she is not giving it to anyone.
love the look on MA's face in the last picture.
ReplyDeleteThey look like beach bums in the making to me...before "ink" and piercing! Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteSand in my pants, and seashells in my fist: add a cold one, and it's a perfect day at the beach!
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