When Southern people think visiting the beach, we think of hours spent splashing and floating the the crystal clear warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Something like this...
(awe, Eli 2 years younger)
We can take the boys out of Alabama, but we can't take the impulse to dive in away.
The boys cannot resist the call of the ocean water. Even if that water is freezing.
We have made it the beach a couple of time since we arrived on the California coast.
The beach would be far more fun for me if they would stay dry and just play in the sand.
But, alas, it would not be as fun for them.
So we have tried shorts with jackets. Everything quickly got soaked.
We have tried swim trunks and long sleeve shirts.
Once the shirts get wet, they are useless.
And well, that has ended up like this.
60 degrees and shirtless, sandy and wet kids. Now, they didn't seem to care. But, we are quickly becoming, "those parents."
They might eventually retreat to a deep hole to hide from the wind, but they are never "ready" to leave.
I have found that a short sleeved shirt, long sleeved pull over, jacket and jeans keeps me comfortable. So, I pretty much look ridiculous next to them, but I'm warm.
PS - Florida beaches, I miss you.