We went to the beach last week.
I have to say that I expected the worst. I expected Clare to have a temper tantrum and scream whenever my feet hit the sand. I expected to stay inside my entire beach vacation.
But Clare was amazing. She LOVED the beach. She ate sand. She squealed with joy as the waves approached. She ate more sand. She giggled as we played on the beach. She crawled around saying hi to everyone near the edge of the blanket. She ate more sand.
She was friendly to everyone but my uncle, who she eventually started waving to and smiling at.
She ate ice cream and raw beans and basically anything I stuck in her face.
Only thing she did that was in the least bit annoying was wake up at 5:30 or 6 every day of vacation and really…Let’s admit that that ain’t bad. It’s not good either.
I was so impressed with my sweet little girl. I couldn’t believe how agreeable she was.
I know what you all are thinking, “Well your next kid is going to be a real pill so watch out. You’re never going to be able to go to the beach again or a coffee shop or an antique store for that matter.” or “Wait til she is 15. Then you’ll feel different.”
I know. I KNOW. My next kid will probably be a devil child and Clare might give me heck when she is a teen but right now…I don’t care. Right now I’m going to marvel at my miracle baby.
Thanks for a great vacation Clare. You’re the best.