One of Eva's favorite games was to chase the waves out to sea. Thank god for Tom because I was in no condition to run back and forth on the beach over and over. And over. I took these pics from my spot in the sand at Pacific Beach.
And squeal and laugh as the waves chased her. She tried to turn and look at how close they were while she was running. And squealing and laughing.
A niece and an uncle chilling in the sand.
What to do when you have sand in everywhere and Uncle Tommy has only a stand-up shower? Improvise with a storage tub, of course!
Making fast motorcycle noises at a park a couple blocks from Tom's place. This was the day before we left--the first non-sunny day.