My first beach post was sadly lacking in photos because the camera and computer were giving each other the cold shoulder. Now they have kissed and made up, so we can move ahead.
Bethany loved every minute of the day. She was equally content on somebody’s hip or on her own two feet. She was in the water, out of the water, watching us contentedly from her shady towel-tent, and napping while the rest of us played some more. She helped herself to an endless supply of animal crackers and sand-encrusted watermelon.
As you might have expected, The Boy was a crazy man. He ran endlessly up and down the beach, playing in the water, chasing the birds, taking care of Bethany, and smearing wet sand onto anybody who didn’t see him coming.
Rachael was as sweet as ever, floating and bobbing happily on the waves all day long.
The rest of the kids were a blur. They chased wildlife and waves, built sandpeople, buried each other, wrinkled their noses at the pit toilets.
Quote of the day: “Whaddya mean the bathrooms are too far? You can pee in this pool!”
I thought that was pretty clear, but maybe not. The Boy still came to me when he had to go. I told him he could go in the ocean, so he stood on the sand, dropped his pants, and went. That boy.