Beach Day. Part 3.
I didn’t intend on having three posts about the same day at the beach, yet I didn’t really want to include the butt story or the oil rant with the rest of the day.
On Friday I met Darlene, Cayce, and Taylor (Cayce’s sister, not my daughter) at the beach. It was oil-free and glorious, with the exception of the butt.
The beauty simply never gets old. {sigh}
Darlene was there.
Cayce was there.
Taylor was there.
Noah James was there.
Jonah Jerome was there.
Clara Josie (Cayce’s daughter) was there.
And I was there, but there aren’t any pictures of me. Like, darn.
Miss Clara showed off her cuteness in an attempt to lure me into going for six, as to perhaps finally have another girl.
I know, I know. I have a girl. But she looks more like a woman NOW, and unfortunately the rewind button has failed to work. Is it really so selfish that I want to do it again?
my sweet Taylor (1999, age 2)
my sweet Taylor (1999, age 2)
Don’t get me wrong. I ADORE my sons! They’re awesome! Just as sushi is awesome, but sometimes ice cream is also awesome. Both delightful, just different.
Even if I stop at five, I’m sure my handsome sons will marry beautiful women and produce many grandchildren for me. And surely there will be a nice mix of both sushi and ice cream.
Incidentally, Jonah will celebrate his first birthday one week from today. It’s crazy how different his 25th percentile body looks compared to Noah’s 95th percentile body at 13 months old.
those kids are too cute and you ladies are too lovely!