When the tide goes out in the tidal flats on the bay side of Cape Cod, it really goes out. Like Cecilia backpedaling from an afternoon nap, the water seemingly recedes backward over the horizon for miles (that’s only a small exaggeration). Walking out on the exposed sandbars early in the morning can often make you feel like an apocalypse survivor. Just you and the horseshoe crabs. All that empty space is heaven for a toddler with energy to burn.
In a strange turn of recent events, Cecilia was a model toddler this week. It was as if a Disney character invaded her body and only allowed her to speak in rays of sunshine and behave like an angel of God. It was quite refreshing from the more recent behavior perhaps best described as delusional and schizophrenic: happy and giggling one minute, squirming on the floor, peeling the paint from the walls the next. But let’s not dwell on that. Here is some Friday cuteness in an ode to a great Cece week.
Skype has been great for keeping in touch with far-flung family while living in the wilds of New England, but there is really nothing like meeting up in person to truly appreciate either the heart-melting toddler smile or the ear bleeding decibel level of a toddler meltdown. Cecilia’s godmother visited back in July (I know, I know, I’m behind) to witness firsthand the perils and pleasures of a manic two year old. Behold photos!
It’s an important ritual in every New England child’s life: the first lobster. Another milestone passed with flying colors. Ce showed no fear and was quite willing to put future dental work at risk for a taste of that sweet crustacean.
The Brewster mud flats are hard to describe, and even if I did, they are harder to really believe until you’ve seen it yourself. When it’s low tide, you can walk out two miles in ankle deep water. When it’s high tide, well, it looks like a normal old beach. Ce thinks its magic and I’m hard pressed to argue. One of our favorite summer activities has been to walk out onto the sandbars at low tide exploring tide pools, making sand turtles and chasing sea gulls. And let me say for a girl deathly afraid of just about any type of insect (or baby hermit crabs), she has a true love of jelly fish (baby ones, or whatever populates the Brewster flats) and will readily pick them up. Toddlers, go figure.