I don’t know what’s harder for me to believe… that Harlowe is 5 or that I have a 5-year-old kid. Some days it feels like she was just born and I think back to when we wearily made our way home from the hopsital to our tiny 1-bedroom apartment in San Francisco. Our place was tiny, so Harlowe’s crib was positioned in our living area, which itself sat above a bus stop on the corner of Sacramento and Octavia. It’s fitting that Harlowe was born in SF; her personality matches the traits of the city: Inquisitive, challenging of the status quo, but completely unique and always changing. We adore her independent spirit and strong personality and can’t wait to see what this year has in store.
First on deck is getting comfortable in the ocean. Most of her life, she’s been a bit apprehensive about the waves and only goes in if someone is holding her. She prefers her human buggy to be quite tall so that she only has to get her feet wet. We met some friends at the beach (hey, Tracy and Jake!) on Saturday and she placed me and Tracy side by side and says, “okay, who is taller?” She eyed us and decided that Tracy was taller and therefore the one to carry her in to the ocean. We had no idea what was going on in her head until the three of us were knee deep in the water and Harlowe refused to get into my arms. “No mom, you’re too short,” she said. She is a little too smart for her own good sometimes.
On the subject of smart; the next ‘big thing’ for us this year is KINDERGARTEN! I can’t believe she is going to ‘big girl’ school already! Seriously guys, where does the time go? Luckily, it looks like we’ll have a handful of weekends at the beach ahead of us. It has been warm in LA and to me, there is nothing as refreshing as ocean water. We’ve had to step up beach game a little bit since moving here last February. I just found this towel for Harlowe on Octer which I just discovered. It’s an online marketplace where you can shop departments, or shop by store to compare thousands of items. You can usually find exactly what you’re looking for… or you know, a donut towel which I could NOT pass up.