Or as Paige would say, "froggy."

Yesterday I used the last of the espresso grounds for a yummy homemade iced latte.
This morning? No coffee in my house.

Houston, we have a problem.

I had to think of a solution. FAST.
Off to Joe Momma's we went, because who doesn't want the beach with their latte?

It was cold and foggy and misty and.. perfect. 
Don't get me wrong, I love warm sunny beach days. Those are perfect, too.
But there's something about an early morning stroll on the beach in a sweatshirt.

..and scoring an awesome foggy photo-op is always a plus.

Paige's adorable head-wrap was knitted by my grandma.

She looks like she's posing. She was really just trying to figure out why those people in bathing suits were running and jumping along the beach in this weather.. (lifeguard training, in case you're wondering too).

Grumpy face = poopy pants.

 We found a sand city!

Paige got sand on her hands. We were THIS close to a meltdown.. but she pulled herself together.


  1. You know, it's almost like God knew what he was doing... Giving you mad photography skills and then providing you with perfect models.
    I wonder.....

  2. Also, Jude looks a little like Godzilla in the sand city!

  3. I wish I could pull off a sweater with spikes on the back like that.