Beach Time With Babies
Tuesday, Jun 19,2012
Now that the “unofficial start of summer” is officially behind me I am officially getting my game face on for fun in the sun aka a beach trip. Back when I had control of my life my beach routine went something like this: wake up early (around 10 or so to get the good morning sun), eat some but not too much because I am about to be in a bathing suit for the rest of the day (no one wants to be bloated on the beach), brush my teeth, pack my beach bag, swipe on some gloss, and head out to beach. Once on the beach, my day would go something like this: lay out, get hot and get in water, read, flip, listen to music, get bored, flip, go on a walk (to even out tan), get hot-get in water, read, flip, nap. This routine was repeated until the sun was setting and then it was time to go in and rest (I was exhausted from all that flipping). Once I was rested I hit the showers put on my best resort collection wear and then headed out for cocktails outside and a late dinner.
Now you settle in and get a good spot so that you can see and spring up every 12-20 seconds screaming “not in the water” “stop eating the sand” “what did I say about throwing sand at your sister” “No, Ariel cannot hear you when you talk underwater”. "The waves aren’t scary." Not only that, but you get about 2.5 hours of this goodness before nap time and lunch kick in. So we load it all up AGAIN, take it to the pool. Where we wash off all the sand and goldfish grit and order our grill cheese and break it to the big girls that the next step is a nap. And because my oldest gets none of her personality from me she will INSIST on fully changing into her pajamas for a nap. And no, not those in your hand, "THHOOOSSEE OVER THERE!!" Once this battle is fought and the winner declared, more often her than me.
Now the gear is back at the condo for the third time that day I sit down on the deck and realize that it is like 1:30pm/ PRIME SUN TIME. I sigh, I open my book, which in my former life would have been a book about many shades of a certain color but because I am with my peeps it is much more likely to be some parenting book. Then I remember that I have to do it all over again tomorrow and I nap too. After all, I am on vacation.