We had a rather stormy Christmas Eve afternoon at the beach down the block from our Edisto house today. That was a delight to son James the windsurfer dude and granddaughter Ayla. She now stands on her little plastic boat, holds her hands out, and says, "Sheew sheew sheew".
Landing in the surf looked a little tense...at least to me it did.
I took some video. James edited it, replaced the wind noise, and put it on his blog.
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