The Big Weekend

I should apologize for not posting for a couple of days; the pressure of having fun, and of being a parent, can wear a person out. Annalee enjoyed her shovel and pail, so long as neither were anywhere near the beach. It turns out that sand is not her very favorite thing, least of all underneath her feet. So, instead of making sand castles (which I tried once with her, anyway), she played with water on the beach house deck, dumping it from pail to dump truck to shovel -- and around again. She thoroughly enjoyed the kite I bought to fly with her, for somewhere between fifteen and twenty seconds. We'll fly it again at the park another day. She was a trooper on both four-hour-plus drives, calling out "Home!" a dozen or more times on the road north today.