Max is growing up faster than Paris got out of jail. I'm tellin you...the kid is sprouting faster than the weeds in the middle of the patio pavers in our back yard. He's been walking around since he was nine months old; he's opening doors, trying to run, and he's trying to take my frikking camera! He turns one October 3rd; my brothers birthday ironically enough.
Anyhew, we took Max to the beach this evening. He really liked it! I think he gets it from me because I have such a great passion for the beach. I could never live in like Kansas or some remote State like that. I would at least have to be by a lake or something...well...actually no.....I'd have to live by the beach. One day we'll have a house on the beach. Soon. I promise.
My friend Shem was there to document our evening! She's a great photographer, and I can't wait to see the pictures! It was definitely weird being on the other side of the camera.
The frikking waves that we're crashing against the ginormous sandbags we're calling my name. I had to get some shots before we left.
This one is my favorite.
I hope everyone had a safe, and fantabulous Labor Day weekend.
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