My favorite parts of this squirrely “get-up” are the teensy books hanging from his arms. Heehee.
Perhaps I have too much time on my hands. Perhaps my priorities are a bit mixed up. Perhaps it’s just freaking fun to imagine how people smile when they see this little guy each month. Pretty sure that’s why I do it.
Enter Tarmac– our newest beach baby–searching for the perfect place to lay back in the salty waves and float off into tropical paradise oblivion.
We won’t tell him that this is Utah and we’re one of those pesky land-locked states without a proper beach. Water? Sure, plenty of that, but not the picking up seashells and building sand castles type of place from my childhood.
I guess it’s the backyard floaty pool for you Mr. Tarmac.