A Day at the Beach
It was a great day to go to the beach.
This was her idea. As all things, they start with “Hey Dad!”.
“Let’s go to the beach”
“Okay, we can do that”, I replied.
She was determined to get there by 10am because her new best friend Diamond told her she was going to to the beach too. Spoiler: Diamond was not at the beach.
My days started wih her in my room at 6am.
“I’m excited for the beach”, she told me.
“Go downstairs and watch YouTube”, I replied.
A few hours later when it was a much more reasonable hour to be awake we had breakfast and then somehow all three of us managed to remember the towels and chairs and umbrellas and snacks and off we went to the beach!
We’re really lucky and we should take advantage of this more - the beach is a 15 minute drive which is great and heck, there’s even a view of the old country in the distance.
We did all the things one does at the beach:
Fought with the umbrella.
Heard the phrase “watch me” about a million times
Said the phrase “be careful” about 2 millions times
Got sunburned
Had overpriced snacks from the “Sand Shack”.
Wondered if we would ever get her free of sand ever again.
This summer camp has been really good for her this summer. It’s now her beach and she was happy to show me where the bathrooms were and we went to the blue playgound they have and she was right: they have a zipline. It looks like a lot of fun.
They go to the blue playground during camp but they are not allowed on the zipline because of safety, she told me. I can see that- they only have so many staff members and they can have fun on the other things like slides and swings.
She is getting less afraid of the water. Is she actually swimming yet? No.
Is she afraid of getting her face wet and going under water? No, and that’s a good thing. She’ll never be an olympic swimmer I doubt but learning to swim is a life skill she should have.
After the beach, her friend Ethel came over to play and they played outside for a bit and then wanted to come inside and watch the tablet (NO) and it was deciced they wanted to swim in our pool too.
Of course it wasn’t a summer day in August without a treat so BW said they could have a popsicle. The kids come inside and tell me they can have ice cream - so I gave them ice cream.
We show up with the ice cream and BW asks me why the ice cream? I told her because she said they could. I got bamboozled by these two and tricked into giving them ice cream instead.
Those two are dangerous together.
She somehow managed to hold it all together even though she had been up since 6am and we had a later dinner so it was 8 before she went to bed. We made it to the toothbrushing stage and she was so tired and cranky that the brushing was a half-hearted at best.
I heard a few cries of being completely exhausted after a very long day and then she was out.
As she was going to bed she asked: “Did you have fun at the beach Dad?”
“Of course, I replied”
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.