Baby or Baywatch Babe?

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Lives of great men remind us we can make our lives
sublime.  And, departing, leave behind us footprints
in the sand of time.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Being a working mom, I often wonder how my children are throughout the day and what they might be doing.  Recently, I've been wondering if I birthed Malea or a Baywatch baby. 

Every day when Malea arrives home, aside from screaming for a snack and juice (because she wants service NOW), we find mounds of sand in her shoes.  Madison was exactly the same and I know as new parents, it took us some time to learn where to take off her shoes after many times of dumping sand on our living room floor. 

However, you forget things from one child to the next.  Just like I forgot that Maddie's favorite phrase was, "Oh me gosh!"  (That's right...me...NOT my.)  It didn't take me long to remember after dumping sand either on myself or a clean kitchen floor to remember to gently remove shoes, preferably outside. 

It's not that I'm surprised to find sand in Malea's shoes.  However, I'm most amazed at the shear amount of sand that was in those tiny shoes tonight.  Therefore, I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a photo.  This might be the largest amount I've ever seen in her shoes. 

I think we can pretty much bet Malea is spending her time in the sandbox.  Either that, or they are making mysterious beach trips I'm unaware of.  And yes, that sand is found in other places, sometimes days later.  However, I am making a valiant attempt at mom of the year, so I won't post photos of my child's butt. 

Come on, you're laughing only because you've found sand in some of the same places! 

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