We celebrated the Fourth down the shore with family (shocking, I know) and ever since we got home Isla has been asking nonstop for the “beepch!” She falls more in love with the ocean and sand every time we visit. That little bum. Mostly though she really loves the taste of the sand. I’m not kidding. At one point she stuck her face on the beach and just started licking. She also discovered that her shovel can be used to spoon sand into her mouth. Weirdo. Aside from spending as much time as possible on the beach, we ate a lot of lobster, the guys played a lot of ping-pong, I didn’t eat enough ice cream, Isla tried her first popsicle (homemade by my cousin with fruit and yogurt!) and she enjoyed her first fireworks in her PJs on the beach. It was a lazy, relaxing weekend. OH! And the best part … Isla started calling me Mama! F I N A L L Y ! It’s pretty much the cutest thing ever and she can get away with very bad things every time she says it because I melt like butta. That girl. She’s totally playing me. Best birthday present ever.