I FINALLY MADE IT TO A BEACH!
Well…the sandy shores of a lake, anyway. Which is not even remotely the same thing, but these are desperate times.
We spent the long weekend in Minnesota with family and friends, enjoying the incredible hospitality and possibly even more incredible babysitting skills of my mother-in-law (thank you Becky!!). Our original plans for the trip involved BBQ and boating—aka the standard 4th of July affair—but both activities fell through for various reasons. So we improvised.
Improvisational activity #1: Hiking
I’d been itching to bust out the baby backpack I found at a garage sale a few months ago (mostly, to justify my purchase of it), so we headed out to a state-park-like spot near the rents’ house.
I was really, really excited.
When I’m having a particularly stellar time, I tend to bare my teeth like a 5-year-old in pictures. The goal is to reveal as much gumline as possible.
We switched off on backpack duties (it’s surprisingly hard on the shoulders).
And, of course, scenic picture-taking duties.
I have no idea why this random twig teepee existed, but it seemed like something that deserved documentation.
After the hike (in bazillion degree temps), we cooled down under a shelter with some snacks. Veggie straws for us, mandarin oranges for the little dude.
Then it was on to…
Improvisational activity #2: Beaching
Yes, beaching. It’s a word.
As in beached whales—or me, in this picture.
Please disregard the fact that my legs are roughly 14 shades lighter than my arms. I guess hiding them behind a stroller during the majority of my sun exposure time isn’t the most effective tanning strategy.
It took Mase awhile to warm up to the whole “submerging in the lake” idea. He cried and thrashed for the first 10 minutes (as we held him in water up to his ANKLES), while we casually waved to onlookers. But after (a long, long) while, we were holding him in water up to his chest and he was actually relaxed, even splashing a little. MAJOR victory.
Of course, nothing ever beats playing with cars. And playing with dirty cars in wet sand is apparently just as satisfying.
We capped off the day with (sadly undocumented) fresh strawberry sundaes at my parents’ house, then Brent and I put the little dude to bed before heading out to the local fireworks show. (The first fireworks I’ve seen in a couple years, actually! That pattern desperately needed breaking.)
The next day, Brent’s sister and family visited, which meant: COUSIN TIME.
Anytime these two are together, my camera turns itself on, throws itself into my hands, and starts clicking. I have no control over it.
Here’s Mason hitting the high note in A-ha’s Take on Me.
That’s also an awesome running song, by the way.
And here are those same kids, circa 1885…
Sorry. I was going a little crazy with PicMonkey last night.
Grandpa rigged up a genius little method of getting the kids around—although Mason’s feet are at a perfect catch-and-drag length right now.
Aaand problem solved.
Since we thought we were on a roll with the Mason + water relationship, we decided to press our luck with a trip to the pool.
(More PicMonkey fun—slash trying to minimize my shockingly contrasting skin colors. Oofda.)
True to form, M spent most of his time in the pool doing this:
BUT he was comfortably standing in water UP TO HIS THIGHS.
The rest of the long weekend involved lots of relaxation at Grandma and Grandpa’s…
And a couple much-needed nights out for Brent and I, who just remembered that we are adults. We had a few cocktails with friends and saw World War Z, which was excellent. (Sequel?? I hope so.)
Today, it’s back to reality. (Actually, reality hit pretty hard yesterday, when we were slogging through major post-holiday traffic jams on the highway that stretched our 3.5-hour trip home into 5 hours.)
Until next time…
What’s a highlight from your weekend?
Is anyone else rocking a stroller tan?