Our little beachcomber at Fripp in 2005. He was so chubby, he barely fit in the bathing suit!
See the tummy?
Off to explore...
Mmmm, this sand doesn't taste right.
Contrasted with our not-so-happy little girl beachcomber. Fripp 2008.
Nope, the hat and mom don't make me happy.
Oh, I'll wave for the camera!
**Special note: the bathing suit Harper has on is the same one I wore to my first trip to the beach in 1977. Carters, one of the few things my mom saved. So glad we could still squeeze her into it. If only she'd been happy, we could have made a Carters ad!
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