It wasn't scorching hot like it has been previously. The beach is not hubby's favorite place to be...but it's because it's usually so stinkin' hot that you can't help but sweat and that gives the sand one more reason to stick in all your crevices. He wasn't miserable; that was a bonus.
The water was perfect. The kids weren't chicken. Wave jumpin' was a blast! I took a few minutes to myself out in the water. I felt like I was about 12 again...who doesn't get tickled when a wave wipes you out?? I had so much fun.
When she got used to the water and the waves, Ella had a great time. She hopped over a few waves on her own and collected a lot of shells. She was really tuckered out by the time we left.
I think Evan shares my love of the water. I carried him into the ocean, and we jumped waves together. He laughed continuously. Even when he was hit right in the face with icky salt water...he'd wipe his little eyes and wait for more. He just surprised me...not one time did he whine about the water.
He'd say: 'There's a big one!'
I'd say: 'This is fun, huh?'
He'd say: 'It's the best ever, mom!'
I'd say: 'I love you'
He'd say: 'I love you, too, Mom...Happy Mother's Day!'
I love that boy! I love that he has no idea that Mother's Day was only one day. Melts my heart!
And, there's a pretty good reason that we should never live near the ocean.
I would totally put the kids in Mother's Day Out just so I could go to the beach and hang out all day...twice a week. Oh yea, I love it.
My thighs haven't seen that much sunlight in years. And I didn't get 'lobster-fied'.
And...ok, I'll just say it.
Yes, there are a few chicks on the beach who can make you want to hide your not-so-thin-pasty-white-self under the nearest beach umbrella...and towel...and ok, shoot, put your clothes back on...
...but I dare say there are far more chicks that make you feel a whole lot better about yourself.
Except that I really should find a swimsuit that doesn't ride up.
Is there such a thing?