We returned to our favorite beach this summer, joining some old friends for a third year and adding the fun of having Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ryan vacationing nearby.
To say they were a little excited leading up to our vacation is an understatement. By 7 a.m. the morning we were scheduled to leave, they were downstairs waiting not-so-patiently to get on the road.
This guy learned to walk, finally. And learning to walk on the uneven surface of an east coast beach means walking on any other surface renders him pretty much unstoppable.
This guy potty trained himself, because he spent every waking hour digging, splashing, and pestering the local wildlife in nothing but swim trunks for seven straight days. Guess there's something to be said for quitting cold turkey.
This guy helped his dad catch lots of baby sharks and a couple very large sting rays. Which, for such an avid shark lover, made this pretty much the greatest week of his life.
This girl learned to boogie board. And when I say learned, I mean mastered, because that's how she does things. She spent more time catching waves in one week than I think I have in my entire life. Next year she wants to learn to stand up on the waves, like the grown ups were doing. I am not ready for my first grader to take up surfing.
Daddy got stung by a jellyfish, more than once. Because when you're in the water from sun up to sundown with a daughter who is determined to master boogie boarding, there's about 100% probability you're going to bump into some tentacles. Thankfully, our eldest son has enough compassion to chase Daddy into the bathroom and offer to pee on his arm, after overhearing one of the surfers on the beach suggest that as the best remedy for jellyfish stings.
I got to relax, a little, and enjoyed watching my kids soak up all the joy that comes from spending a week in a giant sand box with unlimited treasures to dig up and time to explore.