To The Beach

Saturday was one of those days where nothing got done, no one could get along and then ended with tears for 3 out of 4 of us. And so, when Sunday dawned bright and warm (ish), there was just one thing to do…go the place where we are all our best.

 

 

Rather than our usual haunt, we headed to the John Muir Country Park on the East coast…and it was just gorgeous.  Highly, highly recommend this stretch of beach and general area for things to do…play park, huge adventure farm thing, pick your own berry farm.  But for us, there is really only one draw:

It never ceases to amaze me how the near constant demands that a 4 year old, 1 year old, and 4 month old place upon us when we are in the house fall almost completely silent as they play and explore the seaside.  

Even the Theo-bug who is in the "I CAN NOT BE PUT DOWN" phase of babyhood, was happy just to lay on the (made my me 10 minutes before we left the house) picnic blanket, look up at the clouds and accept visitors as and when.

But mostly they played and Ellis realised his lifelong dream of "building a sandcastle with a moat and a river to the sea"…surprisingly hard to accomplish with a 1 year old sister who is hell bent on destruction.

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As we left, I my mind travelled to a life where we could head to the beach every day…and of course in a place where such adventures could be met by packing less clothes, instead of more and iced tea, instead of hot cocoa.

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Now, That Was Awesome

 

Of course, there were inherent lessons about colour theory.

Naturally, there was experiments in viscosity.

Sure, there were discusions about smells and diffusion.

But really, it was just awesome to get naked and paint in the shower with food colouring and shaving foam* and then pretend he was a monster.  

Even better? He pretended to be a fireman and hosed the whole shower down afterwards.

Awesome**.

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* idea from here via pinterest

** I've begun using the word "awesome" with increasing frequency. Its possibly a sign of my mental decay. Or a deep connection to my Americanness. Or maybe because its just a good word. Awesome.  Though, if I start using "dude" too much, please send help.