First time on the beach

I must have been one of very few babies who have ventured to the beach at only 4.5-month old.

It was on Saturday July 1st that Mom and Dad brought me and my Grandparents to Asharoken (Long Island, NY) to visit Arleen and Martin. Asharoken is a beautiful village right by LI sound. Everything is so quaint and pretty, including the Police station and the Fire Department house. Each house has its own private beach. Martin's house also has a really nice backyard overloooking a bay where you can see the tide comes and goes twice everyday. It was here that Mom and Dad had their wedding back in August 2002.

The day was beautiful with lots of sunshine and cool summer breeze. Not long after we arrived, I found myself sitting on papa Martin's lap and enjoying time with him on the hammock. Zachary and Gabriella - two of Arleen's and Martin's grandchildren - were running around playing with so many toys in the garden.

After lunch, we headed to the beach. Papa Martin first put my feet into the water. The water was still quite cold. (It often takes several months after the winter for the ocean to warm up). However, I enjoyed hearing the sound of the waves for the first time in my life, and looking at the little waves rushing onto the shore. Zachary and Gabriella were eagerly cheering around me as well. They seemed to be just as excited seeing me experiencing the ocean for the very first time...

It was so cool to have all the beach to ourselves - just the four of us. Oh, and Mom and Dad as well so that made six of us. Time flies... Just about a year ago Mommy was swimming here; her tummy was still small at the time as I was only a few-week-old fetus then. Now I'm here excitingly jumping up and down, testing the water and the sand with my own little feet already. I can't wait to go back here more often while the summer is still here.