Buh-bye Ocean...

We spent a wonderful week at the beach, with perfect weather, plenty of relaxation, good food, and of course the obligatory (several) trip(s) to Costco. Elle loved the concept of the ocean, but was quite vehement that her bare feet not touch the sand. She did find great joy in my running from the waves while carrying her. "O-shun coming! O-shun coming!"

Grampa came to visit for the last few days of the beach trip, and E absolutely loved having him entertain her in the car, saying "Again? Again?" as soon as he would finish reading a book. Once he pointed at a picture of a rabbit, and in a remarkably accurate Elmer Fudd voice said something about a Wascally Wabbit. E gave him a somewhat stern look and enunciated perfectly "Rabbit, Grampa". You could almost see her rolling her eyes. Hilarious.

There is a little door to a cubby hole under our stairs at the beach that Elle loves to hide random things in, including her borderline-doesn't-fit self. She puts the hippo in, says "Bye-bye Hippo", closes the door... dramatic pause... flings open the door and says "Peek-a-boo! (sounds like Bugaboo)" and dissolves into rampant giggles. Over. And. Over.

3 years of radiology residency have given me the eagle eye necessary to spot the baby in this picture. Now if only the pulmonary nodules were as cute...

We had a blast-- I could fill pages of cyberspace with stories, but will keep in mind that there is likely a daily recommended allowance of Other People's Kid/Family Stories and I'd hate to overload any unsuspecting readers. Stay tuned for the Easter post, for which I lack the energy to tackle at the moment. I suppose I should focus that energy into driving to the hospital where I will spend the (hopefully uneventful) night on call.

Buh-bye ocean, buh-bye.