Crossing another item off my birthday goal list.
OK, so it wasn’t until the sun set. But I think we can all agree that seven hours over July Fourth weekend is plenty. And, let’s be realistic, Alexa goes to sleep before the sun sets, so it’s just not very likely we’d be able to stay that late. It was her second beach day, and she fared much better this time around. Over Memorial Day she was so wired she wouldn’t take a nap or stop fussing. I had to hold her every second.
This time around she took a few pretty long naps. She drank her noon bottle and passed out, milk drunk. When she was awake, she had fun watching the beachgoers, playing with toys and looking at the ocean with her Grandpa. H bodyboarded for hours. When he finally returned to the tent I was able to get a walk in alone with my Dad, something we have always enjoyed doing at the beach.
We watched the beach explode with people in the time we were there. There were picnics and tons of families (some with babies smaller than Alexa). There were people who stumbled to the beach unprepared but decided to stay and make the most of it. There were hardcore tanners in bikinis (some guys, too) and pale people wearing cover-ups. There were lots of surfers, including a one-legged surfer with the longest white beard. He is my hero. I have two legs and I can’t surf.
