Walking along the beach. Oh my goodness.
That's so pretty. Santa Cruz, California.

My mom walking along the beach.

Gaaaah, so pretty.

This cute little boat was perched on a rock, and my mom told me to take a picture, so I did.

Mamacita.

Pacing and talking on the telephone.

Washing my feet in the creeky type river deal.

My sister, family friend Renee, my mom, my dad, at Renee's house.

Paulina and Peabody.

Peabody and I.

He shakes. Like a person. I too was stunned.

Renee drinks a lot of this certain kind of tea, and they come with collectible figurines that she's never sorted out. Obviously, my sister got right on that disorganized fish bowl of figurines and sorted them out.

Daunted by all the figurines, Paulina looks like she's going to give up hope.

She takes a quick sip of water.

And ventures on.

Warning. The next collection of photos were done for gratuitous MySpace photoshoots. We apologize in advance for the thousands and hundreds of beach shots.

Seductively, Paulina takes the beach ball and blows it up.

Deciding that dinner was ages away, she takes a leaf and eats it right off the plant like a human giraffe.

Gratuitous Photoshop editing.

At our uncle's rented house for the wedding of his son (who is my cousin), we have a pre-wedding celebration. Paulina plays with the trinkets on the floor.

Embarrassed to have been caught with the trinkets on the floor, she acts like she was just sitting there. I know whatchoo did, Paulina.

Carlos is a strong, strong man.

And I leave you with this. Frightening, no?


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