For my first NJ birthday, I asked for a kayak. I didn't know, at the time, where to look, and chose a little eight footer, which was great . . . until the year I got pregnant. My feet gradually started sticking up higher and higher as the rest of me sank. I looked ridiculous. So that summer we purchased a much higher quality (12 foot) one, that I've been using since. But this year we do have someone who's the perfect size for the little yellow one . . . with a little help/tow from Dad.



Splash fight!
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