Last Hurrah of Summer

Okay, so technically it was the first full day of fall, but I wanted to squeeze in a spontaneous after work picnic at the beach to celebrate the waning days of September warmth. (I say spontaneous, but with young kids, hardly anything ever is, right? This was premeditated by at least half a day.) Mother nature cooperated by providing a final burst of unseasonably high temps. The only wrinkle with my plan was that I neglected to remember that it gets dark out by 7:00 now. Oh well. Perfect lighting for gobbling up June's chubby bare thighs and feet. This picnic was surely the last time I'll consider it appropriate to take her out in public wearing only a diaper and t-shirt. (Some would say the days of that being appropriate passed long ago or never existed, but to that I say, pppshaw!) And we continued to test the outer limits of the Ergo when Georgia announced she wanted to ride in it for the trip back to the car. The feeling of her head resting on my back was well worth whatever we paid for that miracle contraption years ago.














Random notes:  Georgia kept shouting at that lady in the green shirt to be careful not to fall in.  She wasn't even close.  Also, I had forgotten how fast some of the lakefront runners are.  Holy smokes.  Our neighborhood's joggers do not compare in speed, age, physique, or lack of clothing.