First Steps

And we even have witnesses. (You know who you are.)

Luke has been caught on four occasions taking a step, and on one of those occasions he even (GASP!) took two.

We think it's awfully cute that his very first step was in Krispy Kreme. We always did think that those donuts had something special in 'em.


We faithfully stop at Krispy Kreme on our way to the ocean. It is a good halfway point to stretch, indulge our tastebuds, and oh, do such minor things as learn to walk.

When we got to the ocean, we were in heaven. Luke "oohed" at the crashing waves and cried when Bethany wouldn't let him eat a crab; pointed at dead jellyfish and crawled in the mud; ate wet sand and dirt clods and played with seaweed bulbs like they were the finest of tennisballs; squawked with excitement when his toes touched the water and whined defeatedly when Daddy entered the big ocean bathtub without him.


The men with their toys.

(Side note: Luke especially loved when Daddy came back out of the water after surfing and gave him wet, salty kisses! Better than the salt on In N Out fries--this is the good stuff.)