Spent a couple of hours at Balandra beach today. A nice white sand beach with beautiful shallow baby blue water for the kids to play in. I took Lowe out, set him down in ankle deep water, and watched as he tore around in it until we finally took him in to warm up. He loved it. The beach also had a fish taco truck and guys selling mango, so if we had a tent we could have stayed a month.

All Lowe wants to do these days is stand up. He uses anything and everything he can get his hands on to stand up. Then he walks around the edge of whatever it is until he reaches the end at which point he looks down, gauges how much it is going to hurt if he lets go, and then either plops down on his butt, or lets go and stands there balancing for a few seconds until he falls down, hopefully on his butt. At this point we’d rather he would just start walking now because all crawling is for him is a way to get to the closest chair, table, or set of stairs.

After putting Ouest down for her nap today I forgot to hook up her lee cloth. Literally the first time I ever did that. An hour later we heard a big thump followed by crying. Falling out of her bed means falling onto a step from about three feet up. Fortunately she didn’t hurt herself, and even more fortunately, she went right back to bed.

Grammy has forgotten over the years to avoid certain key words around children. When walking down the street you do not point to the other side of the road and say, “Oh look at all the balloons that man has.” You do not mention having ice cream before you’ve been served dinner. You never answer any question with, “Maybe later.” What, now? Now? Now? And you do not look at Ouest when you are far away from the boat and ask, “Where’s Molly?” The dolly.

We hired a couple of guys to get all the varnish off the teak once and for all. It’s one of those jobs that we will never get to. It’s simply too far down the list. I’m looking forward to having that done. We’ll look a little less ratty around our neighbors. Neighbors that now include two other Spindrifts. Sixty sailboats in this marina and five percent of them are Spindrifts. Now I know what it feels like to own a Beneteau.