I didn't think I would ever enjoy a relaxing day at the beach for at least another 10 years. By then, I figured I'd be so tired I wouldn't even WANT to go to the beach anymore. But we have discovered a secret. And it's pretty major. Want to relax at the beach??
Bring your baby's swing!
Genuis if I do say so myself. I mentioned it to Phil and we debated how much flack we'd get and how ridiculous we'd look. But our friend's the Hoffenberg's gave me the confidence. ("If people don't have kids, they'll never understand your plight anyway, if they do ... they'll only wish they'd thought of it") How right they were! Phil and I took turns sitting under the umbrella relaxing with Weezy (this is my current nickname for Megan Lou-weeze Balas ...). We were thus afforded a nearly 5 hour trip to the beach free of tears! As I said, MAJOR.
Meanwhile, as Weezy swung blissfully away, Pip and Viv played. Burying each other in the sand ...
Shoveling ...
Digging ...
Explaining theories on beach development...
Pouring water ...
Splashing...
Patting ...
Burying Daddy's feet...
Ummm ... mooning???
And eating strawberries on the rocks!!!
A great day.