On Holiday

The trouble with blogging as infrequently as I do is that when I finally sit down to blog, I have too many things I want to say. Like right now. I know I ought to talk about our now three-week-old vacation to Ocean City, MD. But I also want to tell you about David and the Bee, and David vs. That Tree Root. And I want you to hear about and celebrate with me because today I got a "Save the Date" email for the annual Best Fall Party Ever (not its real name). And I suspect one of my friends might be pregnant. All post-worthy stuff, at least according to this blog's standards.

But that's too many topics for one post. So I'll stick with vacation. But now that it's so far gone, I can't think of much to say, other than this: My family goes to Ocean City, Maryland every summer. I've posted about it before - a week of gluttony and sun-worship. I'm a big fan, despite the fact that I don't actually like swimming in the ocean. But this year was a little different. Still indulgent and gluttonous, definitely - just not so much sun-worshiping for this Yeager. I was conscientious and careful for the first time, ever. And it was torture. And it will be that way for the rest of my life, thanks to my dermatologist. Sigh.

Also different - and probably more important - is that we brought a toddler with us this year. Well, when we left for vacation she wasn't a toddler, but by the time we returned home, she was. Abigail took her first steps in front of the whole family (about 25 people), during our "Appetizer Night".

It was Abigail's first time seeing the beach. First time in anything bigger than a bathtub, and first experience with sand. And she loved every minute of it. Here she is with her Aunt Lauren and her cousin, Luke.

She showed no fear whatsoever, which thrilled her father, aunt, and grandmother - and worried me just a bit.