She PARTICULARLY hated the shifting sand.
But my mom had bought Amelia a little blue smocked dress, and I wanted to try to get some pictures of her on the beach in the dress.
She couldn't get off that dune fast enough.
So we decided to try the hard-packed sand down by the ocean.
Pretty sure she started wailing again before her feet even hit the sand.
This is the picture where I think my sister might just up and die. I asked Grayson to pick her up to see if I could just get a picture or two of her smiling and happy. And I did.
She giggled and didn't seem to mind the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy or the sound of the waves crashing behind her.
She was just, suddenly ... content.
This might be one of those pictures of her that I carry in my mind forever.
Since things seemed to be going so well, we set her down on the sand again.
Would you like to know how that went?
I'll give you three guesses.
I MEAN, INTERNET. IF THAT'S NOT THE MOST PITIFUL THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
She was just seconds from her head spinning around on her neck.
So of course I let her keep coming.
Just kidding. Well, not really. But see? The closer she got to me, the more she pulled herself together.
She kept working that bottom lip, though, just so I'd know how horribly I'd wronged her.
HOW DARE I TAKE HER TO THE BEACH? Child abuse.
In the end, though, I suppose I got a few cute shots of her in the blue dress.
And they were certainly five minutes I won't soon forget.
Yes, five minutes. Perhaps less. She MIGHT be a bit of a drama queen.
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