Avery discovered the endless interesting properties of sand for the first time, yet could not understand why her efforts to wipe it off via her face were in vain.
A rare candid of my boy. Man, Dr. Gooch and I made one handsome kid!
I love how the shadows and late afternoon light accentuate her calf muscles here (formed from excessive amounts of tip-toeing).
Dr. Gooch insisted on photographing this windblown moment (yes, we are still having bang issues). He likes to capture me when I'm at my finest.
And, I like to capture him, when he is at his.
You can't see it in the photo, but the wind is whipping up over the dunes stinging those little leg chubs.
I don't know why, but I had these delusions that this trip to the coast was going to be a relaxing one for me. Much deserved, too. I've been putting in far too many harried hours of parenting smashed between the unpacking, reorganizing, painting, cleaning, and cobweb swiping (and roach killing). I guess I was overdue for my wake up call (usually occurs every 28 days or so). More like a wake up slap, lately. So, I've learned these things (again):
1. Life is not meant for relaxation
2. I don't deserve anything
3. Less harried, more deliberate living
4. Work less, because no one really cares or notices how much work you've done.
5. Get down on the wood. Seth said this once when he was only three years old. He meant for me to get down on our wood floor so I could more easily play with him and his matchbox cars.
I like these images of our day today, because we don't "sit pretty" and it's obvious in most of these photos. We are awkward and sweaty. The breeze stings us and gets grit in our eyes instead of gracefully sweeping a sexy swoop of hair across our brow. Most of us are even too weak (or small) to walk back to the car on our own. Yet, we're at our finest here. Together.