Beach day

Today we started our stay-cation with a day at the beach. Gillian was super excited. In the car on our way there, Gillian said "It's the beach day!" 

It was a little breezy when we arrived and the waves were really big. The kids immediately put their feet in the water and said to us "You need to get wet!" We told them not yet. They continued to run in and out of the waves. Gillian gave up after a little bit, but John didn't stop. A lifeguard came over and said that the rip current was really bad today and if he wanted to go swimming it had to be in front of the lifeguard tower. 

John gave up on the water and decided to bury my feet.  He worked really hard on burying my feet. I broke free and then buried John's feet (and most of his legs).

Gillian, meanwhile, entertained herself by looking for rocks and making "cupcakes" and singing songs. 

We ended up walking over to go swimming in front of the lifeguard stand. Aunt Betty held Gillian's hand and I held John. John is crazy. He wasn't afraid of any of the waves. He got knocked down a couple of times, but got back up again. He loved it. Gillian fell one time got her hair wet and I thought she was done. But she complained the rest of the time we were at the beach. "I want to go back in the water!" She is tougher than I thought. 

Overall it was a pretty great day at the beach. 

dirt & mulch

I got home tonight and I could hear the shower running.  I went upstairs and was surprised to see that John was in the shower (I had assumed that it was Gillian).  I asked Daddy what happened.  He said "Go look at John's clothes."  John's pants were disgusting.  They were covered in dirt.  I again asked Daddy what happened.  He said "We have a boy!"  John explained to us what happened at dinner tonight,  "I was digging in the dirt.  We were looking for rocks.  We wanted to build a tower.  And we were going to make the tower out of rocks and then cover it in sand."

When I saw Gillian tonight, she pulled a piece of mulch out of her pocket.  She grinned and handed it to me.  "I got this for you!"  Then she realized that Daddy was standing next to me, she said "For you and Daddy."  Daddy told me that when he picked Gillian up from school today she ran over to him and said "I found a rock for you and Mommy."  Daddy looked at the item in her open hand and said "It's not a rock, it's mulch."  Gillian paused, thought it over and said "I keep it!"

I love my little boy and my mulch hoarder.