The Beach

For Memorial Day we went to the beach with some friends, and I had to document the rare occurrence. This was the first time Marissa has been to the beach and I think only the second time for Alex (and his first time wasn't even in Florida!) We are major slackers when it comes to going to the beach. We live 10 miles away but we never go. This is probably why the kids always scream when we go (either that or this is the reason we never go). In any case, we are glad to have friends that do fun things and invite us because it seems to never occur to us.

This conversation as we were getting out of the car tells you how often we've actually gone to the beach:
Erin: We should all get in the pool and play with this beach ball.
Me: We're not going in a pool, we're going in the ocean.
Erin: (confused) What? A real ocean?
We might as well live in Nebraska.
Like I said, there is always some screaming when we go to the beach. Our kids are a bit wimpy- scared of Santa, scared of big waves coming up to get them. (Oh, Erin just told me "I love Santa, but I'm afraid of him.")

If it's not one kid...

...it's another (that's the nice thing about three kids:)

I have to say that it wasn't as bad as past beach experiences. Erin really loved it, except getting dumped off a surf board she was floating on. For the most part she had a great time and gave me hope for the future. It's probably easier to deal with when you are bigger anyway. Eventually everyone was happy. Marissa just kept saying "wow" when the waves hit.

Erin even let us bury her.

It was also a perfect weather day too, considering it's been raining a lot lately. Okay, there was a torrential downpour as soon as we got home, but the beach was great.