Let's quickly gloss over the ride, shall we? It wasn't fun. Reese wasn't pleasant, I was coming off a week of feeling awful, the weather was yucky. We stopped approximately five times because Reese had to potty.
Our plan was to head to the beach Saturday morning, but it was beyond cold. And this is coming from a girl who used to lay out in February. Finally, we headed out after lunch. It was maybe 65 degrees. With gale force winds.
I was thankful to have on long sleeves.
Quickly Lofton and I were reminded that four year olds don't get cold. Reese immediately wanted to swim. Lofton distracted him with digging, long walks for shells, and dolphin watching for a bit. Reese was not to be deterred from his goal though so he laid down on the surf line and let the frigid water wash over him.
He swore-- blue lips and all-- that he wasn't cold.
We had dinner at the beach last night to celebrate Bridget, my brother's girlfriend, turning the big 1-8. Lofton and I entertained the young couple with stories of our courtship.
Dinner was late-- and my little dolphin hadn't napped-- so he fell fast asleep in my lap. He woke long enough to eat and then curled right back up.
Today we headed home to errands, laundry, and a long week of standardized testing.
Three more Mondays....
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