Like a caravan making its way across the Sahara, we decided to venture to the beach this weekend with a 3 year old and 3 month old in tow.
|If this picture could talk it would be a 3year old screeching,||"The sand is hot!" after insisting she did not need her shoes.|
Some may argue that I am spoiling my children by bringing all this crap to the beach but truthfully I don't want them to cry and for everyone to look at me. I can't handle that on top of trying to keep sand off of me and suck in my belly.
|This kids got nothing on how ugly it could get if we don't bring the kiddie pool, 32 barbies and the portable shower to the beach.|
An hour into the trip, which involved bouts of screaming by each member of the family, we waved the white flag of defeat and packed it in. With promises of a new pool to play in at the house D begrudgingly got in the car.
Talk about a lucky kid, I proudly got her a new blue pool which I boasted would be "AWESOME!". We got home and Miller blew it up.
An hour, lots of tears and a new pool later D and I put our feet up and lounged in our beach house paradise....while I chugged a Gatorade Senior- Week style. We will try the beach again next week.
Its been a few weeks, but I am back to hang out at yeahwrite.