Didn't do a whole lot on this day. Tides in the morning. Rocketship Park in the afternoon. It was hot and humid and we were -- or, at least, I was -- feeling a desire to get back home.
Travel will do that to you.
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| The girls dug a kiddie pool with Barb. The next day, after the tide had overwhelmed it, it was still there, just a shadow of its former self. Elizabeth and a new friend played around and in it, and the new friend (her name was Cadence, because, why not?) kept calling it a "kitty pool." Cadence was Elizabeth's first playmate on L.I. and it was wonderful for her. She was desperate, at that point, for another kid to play with. |
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| The shell game was in full swing on the beach. There were tons of shells, many of which were bigger and more spiral than Barb remembered from her childhood. Elizabeth amassed a fortune in shells. Two days later, when it came time to head to the airport, she wanted to carry all of them home in her little backpack. Unfortunately, it made the backpack weigh fifteen pounds. We told her that she could carry the shells, but only if she was committed to it, and that there was no way Mom or Dad would carry the bag for her. The other option was that Grandpa could mail the collection to her. After some soul searching, she wisely decided to let Grandpa send them to her. I'm sure they'll get here any day now. |
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| In case you didn't know, Elizabeth loves Leo. (He's one of her classmates from pre-school.) |
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| This is how I felt; maybe how we all felt: hot, sticky, and tired. |
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| Barb and Suzanne at Rocketship Park. |
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