We hit the beach yesterday with our new playground friend and her daughter, and M came upon a boogie board that had washed up on shore. She immediately grabbed it, ran into the water a ways, squatted down to use her arms to “paddle” out, and then hopped on the board and attempted to “ride a wave” in.
Ok, I’m not a surfer. I’ve never, to my knowledge, read a book, watched a movie, or in any other way exposed my child to surfing. We once watched surfers on a beach in Malibu on vacation when M was six-months-old. She obviously remembers that day… either that, or being conceived in California really did leave some kind of surfer-imprint on her genome. Or perhaps she is tapping into past life experiences?
Because, really, seriously guys… how does my daughter know what surfing is???
I guess her love of surfing just goes way back…
Also adorable… M went in to give her friend E a hug. E surprised her by not only hugging her but kissing her on the lips! M was so surprised that she giggled and kept her hand over her mouth for a whole minute… Never have seen her get so bashful before!
How adorable is that! Love seeing M really get along with a friend.
Mother of All Things 