Jay and I decided to pack up the kiddies and head for somewhat cooler ground: the beach.
Early on, I was worried about how this trip would end. The girl was whinier than usual and made even whinier by the fact that her sunglasses were washed away by the ocean waves, the boy almost immediately got stung by some strange beach bee, and even at the beach it was hot. But after a very rough first 45 minutes everyone settled down and began to enjoy themselves.
(The walking raft and the speck running in the distance in the picture below it, are my son. Gosh, it's hard to get pictures of him these days.)
This time we came a bit more prepared and arrived with our own drinks and food. Last time we made the mistake of eating lunch at a restaurant on the beach. Not very budget friendly.Jay and I have discussed the ways in which we can fine tune this portion of our trip and whittle it down to where we are spending next to nothing in this area. Because really, a trip to the beach shouldn't be about the food.
We ended up staying most of the day, arriving home late afternoon with some very tired, very sandy children. Plus, even though I applied and reapplied sunblock, we are all a bit pinker than I would like.
Today we are home, with sunburn to take care of and sandy beach laundry to wash. And we are all anxiously awaiting the end of the week when the temperature highs are going to be only in the low nineties. (um, yay?)