Beach baby...

There once was a baby named Madelyn. She hated getting her hands and her feet dirty, she'd look at the sand and crave the water but the feeling of the sand between her toes gave her the shivers. I would take her to the beach and we would carry her or have to put tennis shoes on her feet just so she would walk and play.

One afternoon two weeks ago I took her to the beach. I forced her to sit in the sand and we put hands full of sand into a small bucket where she promptly wiped her hands clean on my skirt between hands full.

Then my parents came to visit and we ventured onto the beach for a walk after a yummy seafood dinner at Fish House VeraCruz and something clicked. We couldn't keep her walking because she wanted to sit in the sand and let it run through her little fingers.
On Friday we ventured down to the harbor and subsequently the beach. Mom bought Madelyn a little set of beach toys and boy did that little girl go to town with the sand! I took off her skirt so it wouldn't be covered and soon realized that the shirt should go too...and then things took a turn for the worse. What had started as a sandy diaper, feet and hands suddenly turned into sandy EVERYTHING! Sand in her belly button, in her ears, inbetween each little piggy, behind her ears...sand was everywhere!

Luckily I had towels and a change of clothes for her in the car so I hosed her down as best I could. I am very happy to say that I now have a beach baby and we will be spending much more time there building sandcastles and dipping our toes in the water.