Lazy Summer Eves

Lately, after dinner during the week, we can't help but be beckoned outside, with the sun still warming the sidewalk and the scent of lavender in the air. To Lauren's delight, Mama has not been strictly enforcing bedtime, instead opting to lounge on a patch of grass (okay, said greenery belongs to our very generous neighbors), and watch her energizer bunny of a daughter jump, play, dance, sing - really, just demonstrate how to wholeheartedly suck the marrow out of life.

Witness a few of the activities from a single night this week.

Anatomy of a Cartwheel:


Performing her original hit, "Baby Don't Cry":


And as the summer light began to wane, Lauren debuted her grand finale. With a fallen piece of bark from one of our palm trees, she announced that she was going surfing. Yes, she is her father's daughter.

Please meet the Brown Wave, aka Woody (names exclusively selected by the teeny wahine herself):


Paddling Out:


Pop-Up:


Toes on the Nose:


Queen of the Waves:


Bumpy Ride:


Wipe-Out!


Until the next session . . . . . . .