Birch Bay 2011 - Morning Strolls

After her three-day roadtrip from Marin (to be chronicled in a future post*), Lyra finally arrived in Birch Bay. She had visited last year, but was just a quilt baby then -- she couldn't even crawl. This year she can walk, run, and splash! Lyra loves everything about Birch Bay -- the ocean breeze in the morning, walking the tideflats after they've been warmed by the afternoon sun, watching seagulls drop clams onto the rocks, the feel of the lawn under her bare feet, eating fresh crab and clams and salmon and raspberries and blueberries and blackberries ... everything!

Most days at Birch Bay begin with a morning constitutional, so Princess Lyra can survey her domain.

"A stroller? Really? What am I, a baby?"

Daddy is wondering how he got stuck pushing an empty stroller.

Lyra practices a new version of her secret smile.

In which Lyra thinks she wants to pet a yappy dog, but then realizes that small dogs are annoying.

Daddy shows Lyra how to amble.

Lyra isn't much on hats, unless they belong to someone else.

Lyra sometimes wonders if she could become a Baby Gap catalog model. 

Lyra likes to cool down after her morning walk with some light sweeping.

Where did Lyra get the itch to start cleaning? Certainly not from Mommy.

* If you haven't noticed, time is a fluid concept here at Lyra Central.