Beachy afternoon

Yesterday, after Sasha woke up, we headed to the beach. And by headed, I mean, I loaded up the stroller and walked for 40 minutes, since I'm too chicken to drive, especially in Brooklyn. I try to look at it from the bright side and tell myself that it's good exercise! My little girl was so scared of the sand at first, I'm guessing because we don't take her often enough (but I shall fix that by going again today). I had to lug the stroller, a kicking kid and a bag with all our provisions across all the sand, but we got there. And had a wonderful time.

And then papa joined us at the beach. With dinner. Does it get any better than that?