Sorry that I don't have any pictures to post, but the camera is out of town.
Margot, Portia and I made a whirlwind trip to Long Island this weekend to log a little beach time and to hang out with Uncle Tim and soon-to-be-aunt Maggan.
I've always known that Min likes water (an an infant she giggled hysterically whenever water splashed on her face or dripped on her head). But she has no fear at all! She jumps fearlessly from the side of the pool into my arms. She lept off the raft and submerged herself, much to our surprise (of course, she was well-supervised). When we went to the beach, she wanted to run straight into the waves. It may be time for some actual swimming lessons.
Min and I made sandcastles and collected treasures (rocks and shells) at Long Beach on Saturday evening. It was the same beach that her grandpa used to play on when he was a kid, and I think I'd been there a handful of times in my own childhood (although I've driven past it hundreds of times on the way to Shelter Island).