Apparently, my child has been receiving secret surfing lessons. Either that, or the fact that she was conceived in California is showing up in her genome. Or perhaps she is remembering a past life as a wave-catcher. Honestly, I’ve never exposed her to any surfing, in movies or books, that I know of. Maybe she saw it at school? Maybe she remembers the day we spent on Malibu beach when she was six months old?
A boogie board washed up on shore while we were at the beach yesterday, and she commenced to paddle out, jump on, and try to catch a wave and ride it in. Seriously, where did this come from?
Also very cute, her interaction with her new little friend Elizabeth (my playground mom friend’s daughter). She gave her a hug, and Elizabeth gave her a peck on the lips! M was flabbergasted and bashful.
Kids really are too cute, sometimes.
Mother of All Things 
I can’t believe that about the surfing! Must be a past life memory. My nephew was like that when he was M’s age. But he took it a step further – he was OBSESSED with surfing (at that point he’d never even been to a beach) and turned everything into a surfboard. Then when my sister took him, he was a natural. Whatever the case for M, it’s pretty cool!
Never a dull moment, that’s for sure!