Galveston

Shannon, Kyle, Carolyn, and I drove down to Galveston today.

The weather was glorious.

The water was just right.

The dolphins were out in The Gulf.

I was hesitant to plan a long time at the beach because last time we went, Carolyn didn't want anything to do with the water.

But, good grief, four months of maturation apparently changed her mind.

She kept wadding in, flopping down on her tummy, and squealing every time a wave crashed into her, even if it knocked her down.

And, she certainly didn't want my help, no siree, buster.

This is Carolyn trying to escape from me as I was dragging her in from a part that was too deep for her.  Not happy.  Not happy at all, thank-you-very-much.