1-2-3-wheeee!

We spent almost the whole entire day at the beach. David and I had a big fight in which we each accused the other of not making time to spend together, so I was determined to relax about her nap schedule and just hang out with the fam. Lovely! Violet was too freaked out by the big water to go back in; she mostly sat underneath the beach umbrella and dug in the sand. At lunchtime I traipsed down the beach to get a burger and brought her back a popsicle from the ice cream man who'd just driven by (they let you drive on the beach here, crazy). By the time I returned I found that the ice cream man's trajectory had already sent them past Vi, and David had bought her a Sponge Bob ice cream treat she was allowing to melt down her arm. Ha. I helped her eat the popsicle.

Later V dug a big hole in the sand. The other day Dad had helped her dig a hole and had claimed they were going to dig to China.

"I hear them down there!" he said, cocking his ear. "Helloooo? Ding sing soo chow hoy!" he answered himself back faintly.

Violet was very impressed by this, so much so that today she kept trying to talk down into her hole, covering her face with sand. "Hello? Chinee peep?" she calls. Perhaps there is a small Chinese child doing this exact same thing on a beach in China.

When she got grouchy, I took her over to the pool where she made a two year old friend. She'd want me to take her into the center of the pool and throw her into the air "1-2-3-wheeee!" style. Then she wanted to go back to Olivia and hold hands with her. Getting thrown, holding hands, an inexorable cycle I repeated 11 times.