Up to no good

We're up to something sneaky.

And entirely no good.

Because its January 26, and all I can think about is this:

The sand.

The sun.

The breeze.

The flip-flopped baby feet.

Yes, Opie.  You've got the right idea.

Soakin' up the sun.

No snow.

No ice.

Just crystal clear water as far as the eye can see and sandy beaches stretching for miles with nothing to do but sit and read and play and eat.

Five more months.  Just five. Until we're back in paradise again.


In the meantime, I'm going to cozy down with my baby boy and savor every moment I have with him.  Because the little boy in that picture is getting big way too fast.