Beach Babies

Cape May Point, the southern tip of the New Jersey shore, was our summer vacation destination, and the girls loved it. The sand, the surf, the sun, the shine -- they dug it all. They ran, they swam, they jumped, they climbed, they dunked, they stood and looked at the beauty (and made some too). And when they had had enough of the waves, they said what any sensible toddler would, "No more bubbles."

They met a camel (and giraffes, bears, snow leopard cubs, a white alligator, lizards, giant tortoises, zebras, cheetahs, golden lion tamarins, and the roar -- the amazing roar -- of a lion) up close and personal at the Cape May County Zoo. They played in the town fountain -- for almost an hour and a half, maybe the most fun they had all week (which is saying a lot, given how much laughing and smiling they did, with us following just behind in more ways than one). They ate clams and crab, shrimp and plenty of Momma's secret vegetable and fruit smoothies. They took in the fun of the seemingly endless Wildwood boardwalk in blistering heat, as we walked from one end all the way to the other before taking them on the trolley back, a ride they were shouting for ("Train! Train!"). Sundown to sunup, bay to beach, clothed to naked, they were non-stop action. We swear: they conducted the sea. Enjoy.