the life of baby jude

Sunday morning, Gaga had to take a boating class with Uncle Erik, Aunt Lynda & Uncle G in Brielle, NJ. Mama and I decided to hitch a ride with them down the shore, drop them off and then go to Pt. Plesant for some beach fun. We got there at about 9:30, which is really the way to go. It wasn't too crowded yet and there was plenty of parking. The water was quite choppy and there were dangerous riptides due to Hurricane Bertha, so we couldn't go in the water. It was okay, though, because I made a little friend named Paul who was almost exactly my age. His M&D (and the nanny, Julia,- I'm such an opportunist, making friends with the wealthy) brought a kiddie pool and some really cool toys (CAT bulldozers. Need I say more?). So I just played with them all day! Smart, right? I did get close to the ocean later on in the day to dip my toes. It was very exciting- and cold!

Can you believe that we were on the beach until 4:30? It's a good thing Mama brought a nice big blanket and beach chairs for us (we have matching ones that I have deemed, "Mama chair" and "baby chair"). Thankfully, I was adequately sunscreened, so my tender flesh is still as pale as ever. Sadly, we can't say the same for my mother.