TAKE 1: A few weeks ago... it hit 70 degrees here in New England... and that my friends... is an EVENT. So, you do what most New Englanders do when it's like that... you go to the beach. My husband was fixing our vehicle... again. So it was just Mommy and the boys. It was a miraculous day. We met friends. We played until we were pooped. The sun was shining. The wind was nil. But the only thing was... Daddy wasn't there with us.
So the next day, it was rumored to be "as nice". And Daddy was finished fixing the car. As soon as he was home from work we loaded the kiddos into the vehicle and headed for the beach. We wanted Daddy to enjoy it with us this time. And the day before was just incredible. So... obviously... this was going to be just as incredible. Even more so. Daddy was going to be with us.
Do you see the gust of wind take the sand across the beach? Well... we ate it. I mean we ATE IT. Daddy went to throw away our dinner that we brought to eat on the beach. It was good... even with the added crunch. And while he went to find a trash can (hard to find in off season)... Braveheart took off. Down towards the water. I left Tenderheart in the sand to rescue Braveheart. Tenderheart was then caught in a sand hurricane. I stopped following Braveheart and went to rescue Tenderheart. I scooped up Tenderheart while he was spitting out sand and ran for Braveheart. By now... Braveheart had reached the water. I was yelling "stop!" and cursing Daddy for looking for a dumb, stupid trash can. Braveheart reached the freezing cold New England ocean water and decided to take a swim. "Son of a Nutcracker!" The "beach adventure" ended with Mommy and Daddy giving each other the "stink eye" holding our two crying, sandy, wet, and cold children.
Yesterday it was again "rumored" to be a dandy. We put the kids down early for a nap so we could take them to the beach when they woke. Yet, as we were nearing the beach... we were looking for the sun. Nowhere to be found. Though, Mr. Wind was found. Sand in teeth was found. But you know what? Joy was found too.
And we were with Daddy.
And of coarse we had to end the day with a Coffee Shop stop to enjoy a hot chocolate.