Today was the first visit our family made to the beach when it was warm enough for taking off shoes and getting feet wet.  At first, Ramona wasn't sure she wanted sand on her toes at all.  But once the waves started creeping up to her feet, she decided she wanted to start running out to meet them, and so I held one hand to keep her from going out with the tide.   She would lift her foot up and stretch it out toward the waves.  She splashed with her feet, she splashed with her hands, and was puzzled by the wet sand that ended up on her hands.  She sunk in to the sand a little, and wasn't so sure about that.  But mostly she bounced up and down and squealed with anticipation as the waves came up on the shore toward her eager toes.  Eventually, the pants we had carefully rolled up were soaked, and came off.  Jamie went out further than I would let Ramona go, and she wanted to join him.  He came and picked her up and took her out and held on to her so she could stand where the waves washed up to her chest.  She wasn't so sure about that, either.  As we walked back up the beach, she blew kisses to the ocean.  Jamie asked if that was the most fun she had ever had, and I think it may have been.