We just got back from a couple of days at the beach. Unfortunately, it rained all day today, so we ended up playing miniature golf and visiting a local museum, instead of surfing. On the other hand, we got to leave a little early, and mostly miss the end-of-vacation traffic.
Here are the kids, engrossed in their own pursuits (the Potato playing his DS, the Bee reading a book). I realized that I haven’t posted any pictures of the kids in a while, and I’d better do it before the Bee figures out how to use Photoshop or something.
We stayed in a motel just a couple of blocks from the ocean, and it was nice to be able to walk lots of places during the day.
Our first night there, I shared a bed with the Potato, which is always an adventure. During the course of a normal day, the Potato is a very active boy. In sleep, he spends the first couple of hours knocked out cold, then starts moving all over the bed, like a maniac. At home, I often find him spun around in bed with his head against the wall and his feet hanging over the side, or sleeping with his head where his feet are supposed to be, with the pillow knocked on the floor. When sleeping with a parent, he seems to take revenge for all the petty slights & denials he suffered that day. I woke up at least once with him rapping me on the back of the head with his elbow, as if to say, “see Mommy, you really should have given me that second ice cream cone!”
Both of our kids love the ocean, and they spent the entire first day there digging holes in the sand and jumping in the waves. The Bee, unfortunately, developed quite a sunburn, and from then on, felt quite sorry for herself and covered herself in lotion at every opportunity.