We are having somewhat of a "heat wave" in the bay area. Days of 80-90 degree temperatures are fine, when you have central air conditioning, but when you don't you find as many ways as possible to be out of the house in the afternoon and evening hours.
One such solution is heading to the beach. I know, it's a tough life out here.
After a slow Saturday morning where baby and hubby let momma sleep in (!), we grabbed a quick lunch and headed down to Santa Cruz.
It was perfect California beach weather: just warm enough, clear skys, a light breeze and as much fun as the boys could stand.
And on Miss Lydia's third trip to the beach she actually touched the sand.
{knee rolls - I die}
And she really liked it until mean ole daddy let the icy cold wave crash over her feet. Then she was done with the ocean.
Post rude Pacific Ocean awakening, she did just fine hanging with mommy in the tent or the sling. I made Jason take another picture of her in the sling, napping. He cannot imagine why I need so many, but in about 4 seconds she will be running around with her brothers and wont need to be in my arms.
He punished me by not warning of the impending wave.
So he got us both. Turkey.
The boys however have passed the point of caring about water temperature because running to and from the waves is so much fun!
And no one loves it more than our surfer boy. He has the biggest smile the entire time he is at the beach. Even if Jason and I didn't enjoy it as much as we do, we would haul the entire crew to the beach for his joy alone.
We arrived home far too late, but the house had cooled down and we all (parents included) promptly fell into bed.
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