This week we had our first beach trip of the Summer. The drive up was brutal for me but only because I didn't get to sit in the back and have someone hand me random video games, sticks of gum or donuts while I watched my choice of any Disney movie I choose. It must be hard being a kid. The ride up is mostly difficult for me because it's so boring. We are interstate most of the way so there's nothing to look at but other cars and semi trucks. Luckily on the way home, you and your brother are so tired that you sleep for a couple of hours and even though the scenery is boring, I can appreciate the quiet.
We generally spend most of our beach time at the Sound. The waves are smaller and you and your brother, get the beach experience without all of the risk. If Daddy and I are both at the beach it's easy enough to take you to the "real" beach, but without another person it gets really difficult to keep an eye on both you and your brother and it stresses me out. But that's not a tragedy to you or brother because you prefer the Sound. Nothing like getting completely run over by a couple of waves to make you see that it's really nice to go to the Sound where you can actually swim.
I thought about taking you to the beach one morning of our trip, but after taking you and your brother there the evening before I decided against it. In just the hour we were there, you were edging deeper into the ocean. That would be fine if you knew how to swim or listened to me when I told you to come closer to the beach. But my warnings of, "you are getting too deep" were completely ignored. To be perfectly honest I was sort of hoping that one of the waves would take you down, (but down in a completely safe and effective way, that would not give a parent a heartattack) and you would get a mouthful of seawater so you would understand that the ocean is to be respected. But that didn't happen. Maybe next time.
Only two more months until Kindergarten.
I love you,
Mama
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