That is to say, Ashton and Emory. Night and day. Love the "boy vs. girl" tendencies of these two. Although inseparable and best friends (for now life), their little personalities are continuing to mold and form in such different ways. Love it. Case in point: the beach.
Emory walked on her tiptoes, hands turned out in the "sassy position" repeating the words "ewww" and "sandy" for her first little beach venture of the season. She eventually was persuaded to enjoy herself with the help of a hot pink bucket and the promise of finding the perfect "she-shell".
Ashton. Oh Ashton. How is possible that you are this old? All boy and too sweet for sugar. With all the beach toys that were provided, he was as happy as a clam with his McDonald's "Aqua-man" happy meal toy. He ran full force into the waves, yelling "Super Ashton!!". Totally fearless. My hero. My superhero.
Emory walked on her tiptoes, hands turned out in the "sassy position" repeating the words "ewww" and "sandy" for her first little beach venture of the season. She eventually was persuaded to enjoy herself with the help of a hot pink bucket and the promise of finding the perfect "she-shell".
Ashton. Oh Ashton. How is possible that you are this old? All boy and too sweet for sugar. With all the beach toys that were provided, he was as happy as a clam with his McDonald's "Aqua-man" happy meal toy. He ran full force into the waves, yelling "Super Ashton!!". Totally fearless. My hero. My superhero.
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