For my kids, excitement is seeing a squirrel in Grannie and Poppa's backyard. "Oh! Oh! Mom! Did you see that? Quick, look - it's a squirrel! Oh my gosh, can I go outside and see it? I hope it doesn't run away!" There's no doubt they love the beach, but there is no mystery there. Try to entice them with a stretch of sand and the promise of some fish in the water, and all you'll get is a look that says, "Okay, okay, don't hurt yourself. It's just the beach."
But new-and-unexplored or old-and-familiar, the beach is still a ton of fun. Who can say no to this?
First stop is always the water. Sunday morning, Stylish immediately took possession of a boogie board, and went out in the waves.
Erik went in search of bigger game. Our friends had an extra surfboard on hand, so he paddled out to give it a try.
I went for a snorkel (undocumented, comme d'habitude). Some fish, some coral, watch for rip currents and the breaking waves; same old, same old. Honestly, I could do it every day.
But even the boring old beach can have surprises in store. After Indy finished her wave-jumping exercises, she went in search of shells. Each time she found a good one, she ran back up the beach, showed it off, then ran back to the water's edge for more.
|A Frisbee full of shells.|
Indy happily tucked her find into the dive bag, and scampered off to look for more.
Meanwhile, Stylish had also started beachcombing. Being older and that much more savvy, she sent a younger child to fetch me when she found something good.
I'll admit, I didn't expect her to find a sewing machine.
|Now, where did you come from?|
Stylish really wanted to bring it home, but Mean Mom and Dad said no. Now, I kind of regret that. I'd like to take a better look at the machine.
Maybe we'll have to go back to the beach this weekend.