One (Last?) Warm Day at the Sandy Beach

The weekend was balmy.  Actually, it was hot and almost miserable, but we took advantage of that and went to the beach again.  I know it seems like we’re there all the time, but this time of year, with (my favorite) autumn season waiting to blow in, we have to take advantage of the beach as much as possible.  This time the water was cold.  I was even ready to go for a swim if it the water temperature was as tolerable as it has been the last few times we’ve been down to the beach, but the water was moving in a different current, and it was too frigid for me.  I got up to my ankles and that was IT.  The kidlets didn’t mind the cold water at all, of course.  There was paddleboarding.  There were attitude issues.   There was a cranky baby.  There was oppositional defiance from an anonymous big kidlet.  But there was also lots of sandbuilding and beach treasure searching (exciting feathers!), sandangels, and kidlets recording on the sand  their own secret invented language. Bark boats were built.  Sandcastles were destroyed by a dragon disguised as a toddler.   They rolled in the sand.  They ran in the sand.  They jumped in the sand.  There was a sunset and a moonrise.  We came back tired and ready for bed even though we had a few chores and things of that nature to finish so that we were ready for school the next day.  When the weather is so warm, it’s tough to get in the groove of fall routines.

When your sandcastle keeps getting destroyed by Mr. Trouble on Feet, no matter where you start to build it, drastic measures need to be taken:  the burial of toddler feet.  Don’t worry, it didn’t stop that little one for long.