Singing "Happy Birthday" to Soren.
So today, in an effort to "stop the insanity" at the computer, the boys and I took off for a much needed Mommy and sons date at the beach. Turns out, it was exactly what we needed - all of us. It was a warm day with lots of sunshine and hardly anyone at the beach. The waves were extremely small, so combined with a very "flat" beach, there was no stress for Mommy. The boys ran in and out of the water, getting soaked then shedding clothes, tromping through waves in nothing but diapers. Innocence in action is a very rejuvenating thing to witness. We built a sand castle, searched for seashells, chased some too-bold birds, and made new friends. A perfect day. And tomorrow will be even better since I've taken a friend up on her offer to watch my boys while I go to the temple. I am so looking forward to that.
Just a thought about the beach. It was funny to sit in my beach chair and people-watch...something I have always found amusing. What I discovered today is that our high school caste system is still very much intact in other locations and stages of life. See what I mean....
And then there was this one exchange that was absolutely hilarious to be a spectator for. I wish I could have gotten it on video. There I am just chillin' in my chair and I notice red-bikini clad blonde come dripping out of the ocean, fins and snorkel in hand, sultry hair-flinging in action. At the same moment, shirtless guy comes walking by, does a double take, falters, then continues on with backward glances every, oh, millisecond or so. Then, as if he isn't being obvious enough with his chiropractic-reminiscent neck craning, he puts out both hands, palms up, and proceeds to make a questioning, weighing action in the direction of his two shirtless buddies while he looks back at the blonde "bombshell." Oh brother. I felt like I was watching a Neanderthal gathering as the three dudes pow-wow'ed to discuss further action. Then, as the blonde was joined by her brunette friend, the guys hesitantly started walking in the girls' direction, looking to each other every two seconds for reassurance and ego-boosting. The five never rendezvoused. The Neanderthals chickened out. Wusses.
Frollicking in the waves.
Chasing belligerent birds.