After what seems like days of packing and driving (it was really only 3 hours), we finally arrived at the beach house. It's a great location....only 2 houses away from the beach, on off-season. We are literally seconds away from the water, and can see the ocean from our front porch. It makes lugging the massive amount of sand toys so much easier, and potty breaks are not the panicked emergencies that they've been in previous years. Riley, the geriatric golden retriever is settled in to sleeping his normal 22 hours a day. We took him down to the beach on the first day, and he has no interest in going back. Sad what age does.
Nina collected moon jellyfish this evening, or as I call them, sea snot. Those things are vile. Yesterday we had fun throwing horseshoe crabs back into the water, only to watch more and more of them come in with the tide. I tell you, I never really had much of an interest in swimming in the ocean, and this just nails the case shut. Because if all these creatures are coming in on their own, I certainly don't need to acquaint myself with anything else deeper in. No spank-you.
Asher has learned an important lesson - don't eat sand - but he still needs to test his theory at least once a day. It still doesn't taste good. And I didn't get my act together to get him some sun gear, so he's wearing last year's hat and t-shirt - size 6 months. Oops. I stretched them out as much as I could, and it actually works out because he can't pull the hat off so easily.
Blake and Nina have been searching for "diamonds" on the beach....or more appropriately, Nina sits under the sun shade and instructs Blake to bring her back some jewels....and the stupid man does it - for HOURS.
It's all super-nice to be here on the off-season because it means that we are quite often the only ones on the beach. Not that we're snobby, but the peace and quiet are nice.
We also learned something with Asher - the boy likes water. We get one warning of a chubby hand held in the air with a "mama" attached to it, and if we happen to miss his request for hand holding, then he shrugs his shoulders and heads full-steam into the water. It's as if he's saying, "Well, I'm not going to wait forever". I had thought that the kids would play together in the sand, but neither one of them has any interest in that. Blake and I each get a kid to chase, and we count the minutes until bedtime.
Nina collected moon jellyfish this evening, or as I call them, sea snot. Those things are vile. Yesterday we had fun throwing horseshoe crabs back into the water, only to watch more and more of them come in with the tide. I tell you, I never really had much of an interest in swimming in the ocean, and this just nails the case shut. Because if all these creatures are coming in on their own, I certainly don't need to acquaint myself with anything else deeper in. No spank-you.
Asher has learned an important lesson - don't eat sand - but he still needs to test his theory at least once a day. It still doesn't taste good. And I didn't get my act together to get him some sun gear, so he's wearing last year's hat and t-shirt - size 6 months. Oops. I stretched them out as much as I could, and it actually works out because he can't pull the hat off so easily.
Blake and Nina have been searching for "diamonds" on the beach....or more appropriately, Nina sits under the sun shade and instructs Blake to bring her back some jewels....and the stupid man does it - for HOURS.
It's all super-nice to be here on the off-season because it means that we are quite often the only ones on the beach. Not that we're snobby, but the peace and quiet are nice.
We also learned something with Asher - the boy likes water. We get one warning of a chubby hand held in the air with a "mama" attached to it, and if we happen to miss his request for hand holding, then he shrugs his shoulders and heads full-steam into the water. It's as if he's saying, "Well, I'm not going to wait forever". I had thought that the kids would play together in the sand, but neither one of them has any interest in that. Blake and I each get a kid to chase, and we count the minutes until bedtime.
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