(Betsy just proofread and I misspelled Tuesday. Not a good sign. My brain is on vacation.)1. So we have made it half way. Two weeks down, two to go. So far, so good. We have become a little village. It reminds me of olden times when generations lived together. The lines blur from family to family. If someone needs a diaper change, nose wipe, sunscreen or bug spray applied, book read to them, a boo boo that needs kissing, a bike ride around the block during the "witching hour" before supper, then the closest "mama" can help. Of course sometimes only your real mama will do.
2. One of the best parts about being at the beach for a month is being with Betsy for a month. I laugh so hard when I am with her. Pee in my pants kind of laughing. If I told you what we were laughing at you would say "Huh?". It's totally the you had to be there, inside joke, kind of laughing.
3. The first couple of trips to the beach include packing every sand toy, wave riding device, umbrella, tent, towel, and on and on. Now we ride bikes with bathing suits on, no cover ups, no towels, one chair for the adult going, and maybe a bucket or boogie board if your lucky. And you know what? The end result is the same. If the kids don't have a shovel they discover they have hands that dig. My favorite part is watching the kids run the expanse of the beach and scream as loud as they can. Sometimes I like to join in. Not really the screaming part because that might cause alarm but the running part for sure.