I was feeling far too lazy to organize a trip to the beach the day after our safari adventure. I suggested a day at the pool instead of packing another lunch and trekking out across the sands of Torrey Pines State Reserve. But, Daddy really wanted to go. He loves taking the kids out in the waves. And the beaches up here in the frigid north just aren't that inviting.
So, Daddy did it all. He got most of the lunches together and packed for the short trip to the coast. The kids objected. They somehow got their hearts set on the pool. As you can tell from the photo above, they were devastated to see the ocean instead of the poolside.
Mam managed to scare the living daylights out of me by zipping a quarter mile down the beach in the moment that my back was turned, but other than that one heart-stopping moment when I thought maybe she'd been dragged under the waves, it was a peaceful, sunny, sandy afternoon. Smunch prided himself on digging a 50-foot trench and then retired to our "cabana".
Mam and Spencer spent a lot of time in the water, but also played in the sand. Mam was filthy by the time we left.
And Aunt Karen got to relax.
But most importantly, Daddy got to play. With his kids. At the beach.
I was feeling far too lazy to organize a trip to the beach the day after our safari adventure. I suggested a day at the pool instead of packing another lunch and trekking out across the sands of Torrey Pines State Reserve. But, Daddy really wanted to go. He loves taking the kids out in the waves. And the beaches up here in the frigid north just aren't that inviting.
So, Daddy did it all. He got most of the lunches together and packed for the short trip to the coast. The kids objected. They somehow got their hearts set on the pool. As you can tell from the photo above, they were devastated to see the ocean instead of the poolside.
Mam managed to scare the living daylights out of me by zipping a quarter mile down the beach in the moment that my back was turned, but other than that one heart-stopping moment when I thought maybe she'd been dragged under the waves, it was a peaceful, sunny, sandy afternoon. Smunch prided himself on digging a 50-foot trench and then retired to our "cabana".
Mam and Spencer spent a lot of time in the water, but also played in the sand. Mam was filthy by the time we left.
And Aunt Karen got to relax.
But most importantly, Daddy got to play. With his kids. At the beach.
1 comment:
aaaawwww...such a good daddy!!! I love the beach!!!
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