Dear Mai,
One of the things that Mama and Grammy love to do is go tide pooling. They love getting out climbing on the rocks and discovering all the little treasures and creatures the sea brings to shore. I've watched them do this many times. It just so happens that very near our house there are some great tide pools when the tide is low. We've taken you there before and you seemed interested but were definitely too little to explore. In fact I thought you'd still be too little to explore. Boy was I wrong.
Last Saturday the tide was about 3 feet below sea level at Constellation Park. We decided to hit the park to explore. After about 2 minutes there you said "down" and squirmed out of my hands.
Now you've only been walking for a little bit. I didn't think you could navigate the terrain. Again, I was very wrong. You are quite the little climber these days. I don't even think you fell once while exploring. You found all kinds of treasures. Rocks, Sea Shells and Seaweed. The seaweed was your favorite part. You loved touching the slimy gooey mess.
I know Mommy loved exploring with you. We'll have to take Grammy with us next time she visits so there can be three generations of you girls exploring together.
You did such a good job I wanted to see your climbing skills in action more. I took you to Bellevue Square play area and you were a maniac. So much a maniac in fact I couldn't get an pictures. I was too worried you were going to plummet to you death as you scaled the boats and bridges in the kid cove. Luckily only fun was had that day. You came down your a slide all by your own for the first time that day. As awkward as it was, you were all smiles and laughs as you reached bottom. So much so that you had to re-climb and do it over at least 100,000 times in a row.
It was a pretty great weekend. And weekends like that make rest time even more enjoyable than ever.
Always remember to have fun like this Mai. Take time to scale obstacles, explore new heights and sleep in new comfy spots. That's what life is all about. Oh and laughter. Never forget the laughter.
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Love you dearly my little one,
Daddy