year of writing 140. The beach.

5/20/12

We took our first beach trip as a SoCal family today and the overwhelming consensus was awesome sauce.  In true middle school teacher fashion, I will make a postive/negative T- chart for the experience.
 

Positive

Negative

- 2 ½ hours of baby bliss, generated by sand, sun, and a dried mango. Miles was in a zone. - Isla squealing in the waves, making a 34 year old man run from the surf like it was an angry hippopotamus. - Five dolphins about 20 feet out, and a sea lion playing in the waves close enough to see his whiskers glistening. - Meeting up with my sister and her husband, free guacamole, beer and salad from the farm. - Sand castles, pebble paths, shell drawbridges, seaweed banners – and nobody looking at me crazy for building Winterfell out of sand because I have a 4 year old there with me.

- Sand sucks. Especially when your daughter uses your sweatshirt to wipe it off of her butt. - Happy giggly time teaching Isla to throw a frisbee ending tragically when I threw it up to myself, and charged forward to catch it, hitting Isla Oakland Raiders style with a shoulder and laying her out on the sand. Man, daddies can be jerkfaces sometimes. - Getting two kids ready for the beach, with all the required accoutrements, food, towels, etc... Is impossible, given that their parents are severely disorganized. Is there a pill for that? - Sand really sucks – I think I still have some in my mouth after Isla kicked sand all over my apple. It was a delicious apple though, so I powered through it.