Emma had her first experience with the beach while we were up in Goleta. She was happy to be there, but didn't want to walk and play-- just stare. My dad loves to do the same thing. He likes to just sit and watch the ocean and, as he says, "Be Infinity" for a while. Now Emma won't stop talking about it; every time she sees a picture or just thinks about it or anything, she says, "Emma beach! Emma beach!" And when I tell her that I can't take her, she asks, "Papa Emma beach?" (Papa is her word for Grandpa.) See, I told her that Grandpa likes the beach, too, and maybe he would take her some time.
I'd better see if he has a free Saturday any time soon.