Kiss My Knits!

She is growing up, isn’t she? I will say that by the time we got to hole 13, she was starting to flag and complain about the heat a bit. She doesn’t do well in high temperatures. She knew she could stop at any point, which we’ve done in years gone by, but she chose to stick it out for the whole course. It had Tinkerbell and Peter Pan, so that probably helped.

Fortunately, it’s much cooler on the beach with the breeze, and after a pause to chill out and to eat some of the muffins we’d brought from home, she and Steve are out there splashing in the waves again. I am also taking a break. I may knit on the Cedar Creek socks I’ve cast on for (here’s Turtlegirl76’s gorgeous pair), or I may take a nap.

Last night as we were looking off the balcony, we spotted another little girl with long brown hair wearing the exact same swimsuit that Em has. We had to go down and look at her. There’s a longstanding joke in my family about how I have a twin sister whom my parents sold to the gypsies. I think Em wanted to be sure the same thing hadn’t happened here!

ETA: Em and Elf just came back in. She was walking back toward the shore when a wave knocked her down and scraped her knee across some shells. My brilliant husband had the foresight to bring bandaids and neosporin with us to the beach, so she is now all patched up and recuperating on the couch with a small bowl of Goldfish snack crackers.