::thursday--even more beach::

I once again struggled deciding what pictures to pick and post, so I just went with all the good ones.

On Thursday we went shopping for a little bit in the morning so I could get some jeans at the mall and then went down to the beach. Kris had a surf lesson and I was in charge of the crew.

But wait, actually, first we had breakfast. This is usually unremarkable, but today Kris was getting Sandy some cereal and Sandy started to cry and whine as only a 3 year old can. He didn't want THAT bowl, he wanted a GLASS bowl. Which of course, was what he already had, a glass bowl, since people who own vacation rentals often aren't smart enough to make sure there's some plasticware for kids. Anyway, 3 yr olds, oy.

So we were at the beach and Sandy with his newfound bravery ("Dad, I could even suwrf now!!") was just down there having fun. I was pretty thankful for the little lifejacket that we bought from the surf shop (after we rented it for a day we realized it was a need). The waves were just perfect for Sandy to play in, the break was pretty far back and the shallow part of the waves was longish. So he could jump and splash and swim in the water. But I still had to keep an eagle eye on him to say the least. So I sat with Lucy in the beach tent: (See Mom, that's a beach tent). I kept Lucy in the shade of the tent so she wouldn't get burned and kept my eyes trained on Sandy. I never once had to run down and save him, so that means he did pretty well staying in the "little waves."
When they came up to eat lunch I got a little break from my vigilance. (Yum, sandy cracker sandwiches) But of course the lunch break didn't last long and they were back out in the waves as soon as possible.
I got Lucy to go to sleep and nestled her in one of the beach chairs. That's rather miraculous. She's not a great sleeper, and especially not great outside of her perfectly ideal situation.
While she slept I was able to stay halfway between the waves and the tent so that was nice. But soon enough she was up. Yikes.
I forced the boys to come up to pose for me to give me another break from watching for Sandy. They did some jumping for me. This is where I really struggled with choosing which pictures to include . You'll have to pick your favorite. (How did I catch both of them with their eyes closed?)
I found out that Sandy just doesn't jump. He tries, but that's all it is, a try. So this was tricky. And Sandy's timing was off. I'd count to three and then say "Jump!" Max would jump, Sandy would watch him jump and then jump. (Love Sandy's laughing face in this one).
And don't think I'm not impressed with Max's crazy high jumps just because I haven't mentioned them. I just expect awesomeness from him. Especially in his beach jumps. Ready for the Sandy successes? Kris finally got done with his lesson (which was great, by the way) and came back to take over the watching duties. We played for a while longer and then headed back to the condo to clean up so that we could enjoy the BYU game.

When Kris got back from his lesson Sandy ran up to him and said "I LOVE the WAVES!!!" And that makes me happy because that's exactly how I wanted him to feel by the end of the trip. And now, we just need to teach the little guy to swim. ASAP. And here's Sandy riding on the wagon on his way back from the beach. He claimed that he wasn't tired, that this way was just more comfortable. Yeah right!