The schlep through the sand is killer--carrying the baby, the beach bag, the chairs, the buckets, the umbrella...Then the set-up--applying the sun block alone is grueling! Then the vigil over the kids in the water. I think I'm going to need something a little stronger than my McCafe tonight!
But the schlep through the sand back to the car is the worst. By now your core body temperature has reached critical danger levels and the sand is so hot it's melting the Crocs and the beach bag weighs about fifty pounds more than it did on the way down to the water! And then it's like "Where's the car? Which lane did we park in?" The feeling of actually getting to the car is like nirvana!
For me, the best part of the beach is that moment when you're all in the car with the air conditioning on and you're driving away. I think it's safe to say I'm more of a pool person!
But we did it--we got through the dreaded beach day and the kids are happy as clams--I have the pics to prove it!
Pickle had so much fun playing in the sand.
She was hogging most of the buckets though...
A pensive moment.
But she loved the water more than anything! I've never seen a baby take to water like she does--she has no qualms about putting her face right in!
I like these pics of Gooser running:
Here are the three big boys:
And Teddy holding Pickle:
"No paparazzi, please."
Oops! They're actually kicking me out of McDonald's! I closed the place down tonight!