But on February 21st, there was no work and there was no school (happy presidents to me!), and there most certainly was a beach. And besides, we had already shined up our best goggles.
We arrived near 9 a.m. in the morning. Beach towns are glorious at 9 in the morning. The brown wrinkly ladies with giant gold rings are taking their terrycloth running suits for a walk. The brown wrinkly men with sun visors are sweeping metal detectors across crunchy sand that is still wet enough to squeek your toes. And the toddlers are digging their way to China.
The best thing about the beach is the smell. Well, the second best thing. The bery bestest thing about the beach are the cutie patooties.
Classy eh? We're nothing if not fashionable. You've seen these before. They are safety goggles from Lowe's. They have air vents all around the edge of them, so they are completely useless as water goggles, but again, it's about the fashion, people!
Maria took a break from the all of the digging and seagull stalking to fuel up. She's still normally in diapers, so a morning of carefree piddling in her Dora suit was a real treat. For everyone but mommy, of course.
(It's not that gross, really. Sandy waterlogged diapers are grosser. And a package of swim diapers cost more that my car payment. Carefree piddling is well...free.)
So, that was our first beach day of winter. While we were digging up sea shells, most of my family was digging their tires out of the snow that was still (STILL!) falling. But I try not to brag.
