Anyway, so after Daniel and I searched the library up and down for new movies and books, read magazines we usually only get to catch up on at the doctor's office, and commiserated with each other on missing the summer reading program, we finally made it out the door and off to Walmart for just one quick item--treats.
Once we got to Walmart, we somehow picked up beach chairs, a beach umbrella, new sunglasses, and yes, some treats (although it wouldn't be the first time I have entered Walmart with a specific task at hand and have left with everything in the store except said needed item.). My friends, I have Walmart-itis and Target-itis. Why can I not just leave those stores with the items on my list? At least this time, the items were things related to going to the beach. Sometimes I enter Target needing a birthday card and eyeshadow, and I leave with a new desk organizer. Pathetic.
Then, we finally made it to the beach. It was so beautiful and so fun. It was definitely different going with a baby and trying to keep her constantly shaded. And, we were next to a group of teenagers that make you worry about the future of our nation. (Luckily, I also know a ton of teens who make me feel really confident about the future of our nation.) But besides these challenges, we had a great time and finally got a little sun.
Going to the beach (which is basically the closest I get to being in nature) always makes me ponder the deep mysteries in life. Like, how in the world is everyone so tan and we are so not? Or how did that woman in the yellow bikini get her legs to have so much definition? She must not be following my strict diet of carbs and sugar. Interesting.
On the Junefront, our girl is rolling over--from front to back and back to front. We just never get to see it happen. We know it does happen, but she must be in stealth mode because she never lets us get much of a glimpse. It's always the second I turn away from her that she manages to do it. I spent the good part of an afternoon trying to catch her in the action and to get a video. My afternoon went like this:
1. Get out my camera. June is in starting position:
Blast. And that's seriously how it went the rest of the day.
You get the idea. But Heather, you may ask. Why didn't you just stay put? Eventually you would have watched her do it. One simple answer. Those cookies were really good.
And . . . I had a video but cannot figure out how to post it. I know, I know, the 1997 Prom called back and wants its limited knowledge on technology back. If anyone can help me, please send an email.