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A California Kidnapping

The First thing we did when we got to California at 4a.m. was sleep. The second thing we did the next day was kidnap the tiniest of my sister's two children to take pictures of her at the beach, show her seashells, get her a little salty and soggy, and then take her home to her mother to scrub down.

It was a raging success.



 She was still feeling a little nervous about having been kidnapped at this point. She warms up, I promise.

We are, excited about the beach, question mark? 


We are. Question mark be damned. 


 Uncle Dan's sandcastle construction brought her out of the shell a bit!


 Friends enjoying the ocean breeze!


 Our sandcastle was not the fanciest, but it had a tunnel!


 Same face much, you two?


 Whatever this face is, I love it, I want it.


This too.


 I will also have three orders of this.

 I would haul that tush anywhere.


Siblinghood. 


 About 2 minutes after this was taken, she surreptitiously put these in her pants for safekeeping. And then panicked on the matter a bit, stating "they shells in my butt!"


In other news, this is the Pacific Ocean, and I love it.  


 These are my people, and I love them.


And, apparently, they quite like each other, too. Can I get an "AWWWWW"?? 


If Alice were a color, she'd be these ones. For sure.

Comments

Unknown said…
fun pics! i could go for a nice bit of ocean fun right now. lovely.
Anonymous said…
Those pics of your niece are adorable! Looks like you had so much fun. :) And your sandcastle was awesome.
Alissa King said…
I just ate this post for breakfast and now my tummy hurts because I had to eat IT ALL!!
Celeste said…
I'm late to this one, but I'm gushing. Your niece looks like the funnest kid ever! I love her facial expressions (and your captions).
Cute photos, too!

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