Uncle Noah took this photo of you, as we paused from our walk across the harbor. Today was another beach day. We had had a breakfast picnic with Uncle Noah by the waves. You spent time with Grandpa and Grandma in the sand. You shrieked at every wave that wet your face. You were tired and grumpy and overstimulated, and somehow you did not nap and stayed up far too late. You are perfectly at home at the beach - you have always been a water-baby. If only your bedroom and crib could accompany us.
- August 28, 2015