I got slightly to mostly lost, which allowed me to justify drinking two pumpkin lattes en route to Ocean City. With an 11-month old, a 1.5 year old, and a 2.5 year old, I was worried that this shoot would spell disaster. Thankfully, I was concerned for naught.
I came home tired, with sand in my belly button, and my tummy full of Mack and Mango’s pizza. (Thanks, guys!)
First up: Gracie. As of yesterday, every trip to the beach involved yelling the word “NO!” as soon as her feet hit the sand. The beach gods smiled upon us today, though, as she was *all* *about* the shore today. Except in this shot, when I got in the way of her collecting seashells. Shouldn’t have messed with the Gracie.
Yes, she did give sand a taste while sporting her leopard print bikini. :)
Next: Patrick. He calls himself Pepe. Mom tells me that’s the second word he ever said. Pepe is obviously a synonym for ‘awesome.’ Or maybe ‘radtastic.’
…then there was Gwen. Poor dear, frustrated at not being able to walk and exhausted to boot…I only got a little love. And it’s not what I’m showing off, ’cause this one took my breath away.
On the way back to the beach house…
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