Vacation or a weekend get away used to mean double check the wallet for a debt card, throw a tooth brush in the purse, a spare pair of undies, and maybe a stick of deodorant. A weekend away with baby meant packing up enough of the house so that he could be comfortable in all, have wardrobe choices, back up selects, preferred stuffed animal collection, and various other little people paraphernalia. That was just to get baby packed; than had to pack up the sisters, the husband and myself. The cat was probably thrilled to be in charge of guarding the house I know by the time we (me and mini monkey) had two of the jumbo totes packed, the breast pump, the diaper bag, cooler, jackets gathered, and all and sundry dragged out to the van we were exhausted and we hadn’t left the house yet.
Thank heavens that the hubs did the driving to the beach and back. It took us 4 hours to just make it out of town and to the beach house a mere 80-mile drive. On the way we had to stop for minor incidentals like breakfast, a van full of grandma’s beach arts and craft projects (it’s her birthday celebration and she’ll do what she likes and that means arts and crafts, and more arts and crafts), an oil change (because the hubs works crazy hours and didn’t have a chance to do it before leaving town), Greek food (because we were passing #The Mad Greek Deli and I apparently am grumpy and kind of mean hungry and their food could is stinking awesome) and those were the big stops. There were other incidentals like coffee, gas, diaper change, and gas.
Finally we made it to the beach house and the awesome ensued. The Mini Monkey’s first trip to the ocean; we had driven out before but it was winter so no frolicking in the Pacific. Let’s just say the look on his face once his toes hit the water made it all worth it. I was worried we were going to scar him for life letting him dip his bare toes into the chill. However he loved the waves splashing his ankles and his feet. It was hard to convince him that he couldn’t frolic and splash in them like cousins and sisters. Oh the unfairness of being little.
Sunday was dedicated to breakfast and arts and crafts with grandma in celebration of her birthday. It also involved one tired momma learning there was no espresso with in walking distance of the house. Tie dyed cupcakes getting baked and decorated with appropriate beachy goodness i.e. Swedish Fish and Teddy Grahams in life preserves. We have tie dyed t-shirts, pajamas and onesies that this momma needs to go rinse still. Mini Monkey is still too little to have join family for the rest of the coming week shenanigans. So we packed up (minus a van full of craft supplies) and headed for home.
This morning I’m grateful to be back to the land of espresso and cell phone reception. While I can catch up with you bloggers and bloggees, my eBay auctions, collect our #Geek Survival winnings from #TFAW. I’m a little sad because I know it will be a while before we head west to the ocean again and that shortly my hands shall be multi hued after I rinse out tie dye.
We'll I'm off but let me leave you with our moment of happiness with the wind in our hair and feet in the sand.
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