One Sunday we made our escape to the beach.
When we arrived it was foggy and grey, but honestly? It was pretty nice. There was no wind and no need to be smothered in sunscreen.
The lack of wind meant Baby Girl was happy for a bit. Wind is her beach enemy. When the wind hits her face she's all gasping for air and jerking wildly in my arms.
Then the sun came out, and everyone was able to frolic in the waves.
And the sand.
I even let Baby Girl's toes get dirty, which is a big deal since they are in her mouth 90% of her waking hours.
And then someone was done with the sand, waves and returning wind.
And that someone needed a nap. So there was a ring sling, a paci, a blanket and a towel to get just the right mood.
When boys dig holes, get in them and refuse to get out, it is likely the end of our beach day. The wind had conquered us all.
And and this place I feel the need to tell you about how after each beach trip Jason must wash off overly tired and dirty boys in icy cold water on our way back to the car. Then he must dry and change these grumpy boys under the slight cover of the minivan. Then mostly dry and clean boys can get in the car and relax on the way home. No small task. So grateful he takes on the lion's share of this less than instgramable beach task.
Such a blessing to have a beach escape an hour away!