On our next late afternoon trip to the beach Matt brought the kite and attempted to fly it with Liam. The wind wasn’t completely cooperative and the string ended up in a tangled heap, but the journey is what matters and it was a fun trip getting to that point.
Matt did manage to get it off the ground:
Liam races over to have his turn as soon as he realizes that there has been successful liftoff:
Liam helps:
Before we released Paige I took advantage of the situation and got a quick shot of the two of us:
More kite:
Father and son:
Liam takes his turn at the controls:
Paige entertains herself (and Gran) with the beach chairs:
I LOVE this shot!
Momentary togetherness:
Little boy, big shades:
Making the necessary “cool guy” adjustments:
Paige admires his work:
Inspection:
Love.
“Sand!”
Off she goes (again)!
Notice how we keep getting closer and closer and closer to the water? We learned our lesson from the previous visit and everyone was dressed for both sand *and* water this time. Very wise decision.
“Seaweed!”
“Check it out, Mama!”
W.O.W.
Love. Love. Love.
This was the portion of the afternoon where Gran worked furiously to keep Paige from drowning while I was busy taking pictures…
Brief break:
Ahhhhhh…
Gran got quite a workout:
See that look on Paige’s face? Unadulterated exultation, fists clenched, ready to wind up and go again? Yeah. That wasn’t a fluke.
Love.
After she took a taste of sand salad with saltwater dressing…
Ahhhhh (again)…
Goofy girl:
Beach boy:
Sheer joy:
Almost two weeks later and my body and my house have still not recovered from this trip, but looking at these pictures makes me want to do it all again tomorrow!