That's why I wish again...

A few weeks ago, Grandma Jane and Aunt Kari visited, and we all packed off to Lake Michigan for some requisite summer-time fun in the sun and sand.

The beach was perfect for a crawling kid with ample stores of energy:

Expanses of packed sand...

Lolling waves...

Curious seagulls...

Swim lessons, courtesy of Pops...

Beach snacks, courtesy of mom...

Buried feet in the sand...

First excavations with pail and shovel...

(who said that sand and thumb-sucking couldn't mix?)

And, gobs of time to reflect on 11 well-lived months so far.

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Ever since Per learned to crawl, he's had to spend a lot more time in the tub (see grubby mitt in previous post). In the first installment of our bathtub series, here is Per standing up at the tub. A note to our younger readers, Per is a professional. Please do not attempt these stunts at home.