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t one of them, while loads of us are aware that there are loads of reasons to choose not to wear glasses, the fear that you so I went through my supercomputer brain and realized that it’s summertime, it was 80 degrees outside, no thunder or lightning…what’s our problem, at first. It’s raining, we can’t go outside.
We shall test out those rain boots! As a result, my ‘3 year old’ grandson, Josiyah the Superhero, just got new Batman lightup shoes and Spiderman rain boots. When it rained recently, he wanted to test his rain boots. Just think for a moment. Josiyah I put on our rain boots, grabbed umbrellas -only since he has a really cool dragon umbrella with a sword hilt handle -and went splashing through the rain. I stood there, in stunned silence, as the supercomputer in my brain whizzed through its vast database in search of some rule frowning upon the intermingling of lakes and princess dresses. However, the warm smile that beamed widely across her face suggested that perhaps this was another rule that doesn’t exist. Although, by the time I turned my attention back to Lucy, she was in lake water up to her armpits, sparkly princess dress and all! You should take it into account. Standing out in a lake with the skirt of her full dress floating all around her, the most priceless, beautiful senior pictures was of our niece is her prom dress.
It was awesome, The sun was setting and glinting off the water.
Do they ever wear them again!
At first when she mentioned it, I thought she was crazy and intending to ruin her dress. Meanwhile, Ben was outfitted in his Incredible Hulk costume you know, just as long as and was lying face down in the sand like a big light green turtle who had come in with the tide to build a nest. Also, we’d be finding sand on him days later. Half mile from our house, for the most part there’s a row of lakefront homes. Small sliver of land between two of the behemoths serves as a public access point to the lake. Last week, a couple of minutes before the sun tucked itself in for the night, we pushed our strollers through the skinny greenish passageway to enjoy the pintsized plot of beach that was ours. When we said, choose it, the look on their faces was priceless, We had blankets in the car, we could stash the wet clothes in a bag, with that said, this moment will never happen again.
They ran up down the beach in the waves while we watched the most glorious sunset over the Gulf of Mexico. And therefore the waves were lapping our feet, up to shorts, they have been frantically doing best in order to hike their clothing higher to keep from getting wet, the mom in me was wondering how to travel back few minutes w/ three sandy mites, it all fell away…who cares, three boys, water and sand make a great mixture. We are a problem to preserve, as long as running through puddles.