I didn't want to say "One Last Beach Day" because it can't be over yet, can it?
Sunday, I dragged the boys on a little hike.
I found that by giving them time to play Legos (E) and iPad (M) in the morning, they complained less about having to leave the house (Z was raring to go from the beginning).
We went to a place that I've been meaning to get back to for years.
The last time we were here, E and Z rode in the double stroller.
It had been too long.
|Beach essentials: plum cake, a good book, nature journal, colored pencils, pencil sharpener.|
The beach seemed to have grown since last we were here, and even though the parking lot was full, it felt almost like we had the whole place to ourselves.
E and Z entertained themselves, and M leaned on me reading his own book long enough that I was able to read a few chapters. Bliss.
We found more sand dollars and sand dollar parts (now known as sand quarters, sand dimes, sand nickels, etc.) than I've ever seen on any beach before.
E collected them, and Z collected huge clam shells to take home to use as dishes.
At some point, M disappeared, having taken himself back to the car (and the mosquitoes) when he got bored with the beach.
"Bored" and "Beach" are two words I don't understand in the same sentence.
On the drive home, M surfed through the radio stations, looking for music to his liking, and landed on five in a row of Def Leppard, and now I've had "Bringin' on the Hearbreak" stuck in my mind ever since. Ah, the memories.