There is no place I'd rather be in the whole world than the beach. From the time I was two and told my parents that I could swim, layed down in the ocean, got hit by a wave and nearly drown, happy memories fill my head. Those were the days of See & Ski spf 4! Putting sandcrabs on Jenni's freshly baby oiled stomach to make her scream, BBQ-ing hot dogs and playing charade's around the fire pit, waking up at 5 to drive 2 hours to the beach to watch Bret surf, going to Ruby's with Donnie and, of course, making out with my now hubby on a lifeguard tower at Dewey Beach. Happy happy happy. No huge surprise then that the kids love it there, too.
The summer bickering has already begun. It seems to take at least a month to get used to being all together all day again. The only place everyone's happy is the beach. Somehow the ocean air has a calming affect as if Jesus had just entered the room and they're on their best behavior.
Anyway, my cousin's wife Sue and I took the kids to Santa Cruz for the day on Thursday. It was soooo happy and peaceful. They played on the rocks collecting crabs and starfish and we gabbed about our next vacation and how happy (did I mention happy) we felt watching them run and laugh and leave us alone. Usually we're interrupted like the lady at the end of this trailer from the new movie Get Smart
Doug and headed back with the kids each with a pal on Saturday. Santa Cruz has this weird way of being freezing when the rest of the world is on fire. By the time we got there in the afternoon it was 64 and windy, but we grabbed a fire ring and our chairs and read while everyone walked out to the water then came in screaming because it was so cold on their feet. Didn't stop them from going in. The joy of youth. Stayed for fireworks atThe Boardwalk. By 10 everyone was exhausted. I put on a little Jack Johnson (check out the SNL link on his site!) and they all passed out (including Doug) before we were home.