City Boy Goes to the Beach

Remember the time I admitted to being a California Girl? Well, it seems to run in my blood because Tristan is half-Californian if we're going to be honest. The other half is Minnesotan and then the rest is East Coast (he's a lot of percent!).

Yesterday he went to the beach for the fist time EVER: Atlantic City. That's a pretty cool first beach! We even scooped some sand into a baggie so that I can put it into a jar along with a picture (memory jar - awww - sappy mom stuff). This one is my favorite because it is so joyful; it's the best feeling in the world to see your child this happy.

The face of JOY!

I kept telling him we'd see sand which is like the patch of dirt at the park that he enjoys jumping in to blow up dust clouds on the most humid days of summer (or so it seems). Except that it would be HUGE and there would be the ocean full of waves, too. The sand was really enough for him. He loved walking on it, stomping, digging, and bursting into a happy-sand-dance at random.

Shadow Boxer

He went into the water THREE times and would have stayed in all day calling out: WAVES! WAVES! WAAAAAAAVES!

We went with my new-ish friend (and her youngest daughter) who I met via an Instagram hashtag: #preemie SERIOUSLY! She reminded me that it was actually her older daughter who found me so it was IG 2nd removed (?). Since we were all crafty, cat-lovers you can see how well it worked out! Her daughter is a proud 28 weeker who has already flown in a helicopter. These million dollar babies roll big! appropriate for Atlantic City, no?

Here is the wave dance live:



Here is the original California Girl then...

West Coast Has the Sunshine

...and now:

East Coast Girls are Hip