We went to the coast again for one day during the kids’ Spring Break.
You know, Spring Break?
Where the kids are out of school for five consecutive days,
not including the weekends before and after,
where traditionally, Southern Oregon is at it’s most
and on the tail of Daylight Savings?
I’m sure you’re all familiar with this phenomena.
I took pictures that indicated we were all a lot warmer and happier than we were.
Pretty sure that’s a marketable talent in some field, but probably just motherhood.
Looking for whales.
It seemed like footed pajamas for the day would keep her the warmest and the cleanest.
Next time ear muffs so there’s not a cups worth of sand in those tiny receptacles.
A starfish that we ‘rescued’.
Once at the beach, everyone promptly got wet from head to toe,
complained about how cold and windy it was,
whined about wanting to put on their only other set of clean clothes
with still hours left before heading home,
and nagged me about it till I wanted to cry.
But I’ve nailed this photography thing so well I bet you can’t even discern that.
So, yay me….
Trying out our homemade kites.
Which tracking down the materials, making them, and then flying them may come closest to one of the worst fails of my adult life.
Probably only superseded by the complete disappoint in my children’s eyes at the flightless outcome.
So there ya go.