The Beach

I mean come on! How stinking cute can one girl be??!!

Don't you love this suit?! Thanks Ney Ney for starting the girl out on the right track fashion wise. Goodness knows her mom can't be counted on for that.

(By the way - if you're a beach lover, you might want to skip this section, it'll be a real downer. :-)

We don't get to the beach much. I HATE it! Ok, I don't hate it. I definitely don't hate the ocean, I love that it's there, I love the cool ocean breeze that blows all the time here, I love looking at it - I just hate the sand. And I mean really hate it. It starts with packing up for the beach, it's such an ordeal - agh! And then trying to picnic there, sand everywhere, sand sandwiches, trying to keep it out of Clare's mouth, last time we were there she wouldn't stop sucking on sand covered carrots. Then there's making sure Shea, when he's brave enough to venture to the water doesn't get taken by the undertow and trying to keep all our extremely pale bodies sunburn free. It's exhausting. And then I get home and I have a sandy car, sandy junk everywhere, sandy kids who track all that sand in. You have to bathe everyone right away and re-clean the house and the car, do more laundry... Agh. I swear, I can only muster up the energy for it rarely. But they have such fun...



I don't know what other moms do because they really, really, and I mean REALLY love their kids, but I take mine to the beach. :-)