Waves
This year's Haury/Dawson trip to Florida is starting to wind down. Early Saturday, Meg, Ash and I will be on a flight headed back to Charlottesville. If he manages to sleep on the trip, Ash will undoubtedly still be dreaming of the gentle, lulling Gulf Coast waves.
He's a huge fan. They appeal to his action figure side near the shore – what with the face splashing, the pounding thud, the constant motion. Ten yards out, they appeal to his snoozy side. Watch him start to drift off on Mom's shoulder or in the blow-up whale of which he's so fond.
There's been a big development this trip, too. One we've been practicing since pretty much day one. At first it was just family members, but now we're seeing proof that Asher will, with no prompting, greet anyone with a huge pivot-at-the-shoulder wave. He even approximates an excited "aye!" We all agree it's probably just a new kind of request for attention. But that's almost all a greeting is anyway, right?
Ash is definitely gonna be one of those kids, greeting everyone, just because.