|A little chaos...|
|A lot of chaos|
But by the time we made it down to the beach all of that chaos had faded away---my determination to make James’ first beach trip absolutely perfect, in my mind at least, had prevailed…Then the tent the guys had set up for me and James blew away. There I was one arm trying to keep sand and dead seaweed out of my baby’s mouth the other clinging tight to a cord on the tent. And, there was my husband (and the other “men” on the beach with us) who I’m 90 percent sure saw my struggles not go airborne but 99.9 percent sure he pretended that my call for help was surely a seagull having a nervous breakdown. Yep, he just stood there staring at me. Maybe he was imagining Baby James and me as the next Wilber and Orville Wright, which we may have been if the wind had been five knots stronger or I’d had been ten pounds lighter. That was it…I gave up. My picture perfect day so far resulted in a mouth full of sand, a diaper full of sand, and a mama that wanted to bury herself in the sand just to make it all go away.
|James' skin was definitely exfoliated...|
Then Eddie came over to pick up James, brush the sand off his belly and carry him down to ocean to build a sand castle. Sand castle sand is always better closer to ocean. Eddie began showing James how to fill up the buckets and dump them upside-down. After Eddie assembled two towers, James must have decided to scrap the project because he clearly did a big belly flop onto the new construction. Eddie laughed moved to another “clean slate” and started over again. Apparently, James accepted this blue-print because he watched Eddie build towers and walls…then a big wave came and washed half of it away. Shortly thereafter Eddie lost his sunglasses attempting to jump a wave while swimming in the ocean (don’t worry the beach beverage and koozie in his hand made it out alive). ---If only the tides were different, the sand castle would still be standing…If only the wind had blown the opposite direction, the tent wouldn’t have become a tumbleweed…If only Eddie had just stayed on shore, the ocean wouldn’t have taken ownership of his sunglasses…but then again, riding that wave sure did look fun!
|Eddie in the ocean WITH his sunglassess|
Note that they are not attached to croakies.
|I'm pretty sure this is the wave that got 'em.|
What an impressive attempt to save the dollar "beach beverage" instead of the Costa Shades
My husband has his priorities I guess!
|Still holding on tight to that can and koozie.|
When James is old enough to go into the ocean with his Daddy I know he'll be safe as long as I tell Eddie to pretend his child is a beer
At the end of the day James’ first beach trip wasn’t that perfect journey that I had hoped it would be. As we rolled back into town the fuel light came on, James was screaming (I swear he laughs and smiles a majority of the time), and poor Phil was approaching hour number five of being squished in the third row seat that I’m now confident is only meant to be comfortable seating for kindergarteners and yard gnomes. This trip may not have nominated me for mother-of-year but it definitely taught me how to ride the waves!
|Napping on the beach (that hand probably has a good amount of sand still stuck to eat).|