Yesterday was a doozie and I have the sunburn to prove it. What started out as a brief beach visit with the crew turned into a 6-hour debacle complete with crying, 2 metal detectors, more blubbering, lots of digging by several helpful strangers, friendly lifeguard advice and surprise, more blubbering.
Ahhh, gotta love the beach.
I’m not a huge fan of the beach. Why oh why do we pay eleventy billion dollars to live by the beach, you ask? Good question.
Let me back up. I truly wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. I love the beauty of the beach- the blue ocean, the lapping waves, the green palm trees, everything. Everything but the sand. I detest sand. It’s just so messy and gritty and ATTACHES TO EVERY PART OF MY PALE ASS BODY. It even seeps under my toenails. MY TOENAILS!
I usually spend a lot of my beach time compulsively brushing sand off the blanket, which I promise you, is a losing battle. Yet, I continue to brush brush brush all the live long day. This behavior has to stop because guess what? Wito LOVES sand. Wito wants to lick and fondle the sand all day long. He grabs it by the handful and proceeds to evenly disperse it all over my freshly-brushed blanket. This behavior does not a happy mama make, but hey! I’m adaptive like that, and I’m dealing with the sand. It’s not the worst thing (except when it gets in your gum – that’s a deal breaker).
ENOUGH WITH THE SAND! Did I mention I hate sand? Jesus.
I really let loose yesterday. I actually REMOVED Wito from the stroller and let him roll around the sandy blanket. I know! Then I walked my pale ass down to the water and let him squeeze his sausage toes in the damp icky sand! Look! I KNOW! Crazy shit is going down around here! Coming soon – tandem skydiving!
Let me just say, Baby Bug and Wito are fast friends. Have a look for yourself.
Damn, Wito’s up. That’s all for now. Stay tuned for Part 2. You know, like sands through the hourglass and all that…
Part two here.