Then she ate a stick.
And a rock.
But that's okay, because my baby was happy at the beach, just like I am.
Ian changed into his swimsuit (we were wearing normal clothes when we had decided to check this beach out,) and I stayed out of the water. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to get in, no other lady was in the water. Maybe on a week day when there aren't as many people around.
He scooped up Grace and waded in past the rocks. The water was warmer than a bath and Grace loved it. The kite surfers' looped and swooped around them and a wind surfer failed at getting his rig up and moving.
Yeah, it was pretty perfect.
I think we'll go back soon.