Last year—after we sadly gave up on trying to buy a house in time to move before The Due Date—I got my heart set on getting an apartment in Alameda because I wanted to live right next to the ocean. The ocean! The magical ocean! I imagined that after having the baby, we would spend cozy afternoons curled up on a beach towel, playing with sand. That we’d take family walks along the coast every morning. That we’d have lovely beach picnics on the weekend.
Of course, it’s been almost a year now and last Sunday was the first time we actually got around to going to the beach that’s all of two seconds away. Sheesh.
Ezra wasn’t entirely sure about the whole beach thing at first. When confronted with something new and weird, he gets this awesome scrunchy little expression on his face and he suddenly becomes very serious. It’s pretty much the most adorable thing ever.
But after some tentative poking in the sand and bashful hiding—and after the introduction of a little plastic wagon with wheels (WHEELS, YOU GUYS!!! LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!!)—I think Ezra and The Beach are on friendly terms now.
Bonus Points: I got to scratch off the first thing on my 28 before 28 list!