Ok. Maybe she's not a baby, but as the youngest, she's stuck being the baby for ever.
Courtney and I headed out to Brighton Beach after waking up late and pounding back some iced coffees. Oh. Yeah.
Courtney found set to work finding shells for her dreads.
And jumping for joy- the Sheridan trademark.
Don't YOU do sumo-squats at the beach? I'm sure I'm not the ONLY one...
It's ok if you're jealous of Courtney's tie-dyed bikini. I know I am.
It's a good thing I have an awesome neon pink and yellow crochet bikini, or I'd look super-boring next to Courtney.
We got this one on the second try. Can you tell we practice?
Can you tell who's who?
We're going to do something super bad-assed to these shells. It'll probably involve paint. Maybe glitter.
After swimming, we relaxed on the beach (and Courtney got a monster sunburn on her calves).
We relax like super-models.