Beach, Please!

We are super lucky to not only have Wingaersheek beach nearby, but also Crane. I’ve tried to explain the concept of being super lucky to Hazy and George several times, but I don’t think they’re grasping it yet. People who have temper tantrums about not getting to “try” a third dessert seldom understand gratitude (cough, cough, George). Yesterday, we went to Crane Beach with my friends Cindy & John and their three kids, plus Cindy’s sister, Christine, and her two  kids. Seven kids and four adults means a lot of counting and a lot of yelling, “Where’s <kid name>?” (because we call all our kids “kid name” when we get together).

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Kid name, kid name & kid name, enjoying the view

We played tag in the waves; the waves are always it.

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I packed a picnic lunch for all of us. I don’t usually have a PB&J, and as it turned out, this day was no exception, as “somehow”, “someone” opened the cooler, unwrapped my sandwich from its reusable sandwich bag, and left it in the sand.

Ironically, it fell
Ironically, it fell “Have a great day!” stamp side-down.
These guys had a great lunch though.
These guys had a great lunch though.

Between playing in the “pool” formed by the tide, jumping in the waves, and making sand creations, we had a fantastic day.

Believe it or not, this was our first take. It just got worse from here. It's hard to hold 33 lbs strategically in front of your beer belly while yelling,
Believe it or not, this was our first take. It just got worse from here. It turns out it’s hard to hold 33 lbs strategically in front of your beer belly while yelling, “Smile!” and fake-smiling.
George enjoying his two great loves, watermelon and the beach, together.
George enjoying his two great loves, watermelon and the beach, together.
George and Annabelle enjoying a temporary truce. In case you didn't know, all preschoolers consider themselves to be the boss, so it gets a little Highlander-ish when there are more than one of them.
George and Annabelle enjoying a temporary truce. In case you didn’t know, all preschoolers consider themselves to be the boss, so it gets a little Highlander-ish when there are more than one of them.

Side note: Cindy has possibly the cutest baby in the world, and if I have a third baby, it will be largely Elizabeth’s fault. Exhibits A through D:

My own baby claimed he was NOT TIRED, but somehow fell asleep before we even turned off the road the beach is on.

George, who is NOT TIRED.
George, who is NOT TIRED.

I asked the kids whether they preferred Wingaersheek or Crane and they said both. I’m hard pressed to pick a favorite myself.

p.s. I packed up that shade tent in about thirty seconds flat. Thank you for your prayers.

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