Can I take a moment to whine about a 5pm-6pm practice time slot? Do the people who determined this schedule you know, ever eat dinner? Or expect 12 five year olds to perform well at the end of a day during dinner time? Especially after I have to force dinner down his throat at 4pm in order to make it to practice on time (and then feed him a second dinner right before bed since he ate dinner too early). Okay, I'm done.
By the time we got home from Calen's kindergarten orientation (don't even get me started on the disappointment that is California schools) at 9:30 in the morning, it was already 85 degrees. So the kids had popsicles for brunch and I made an executive decision that there was no way my kid was going to practice baseball on a shadeless field in 90 degree heat. Besides, we had far better things to do today.
Like go to the beach! Obviously.
Due to an offshore hurricane down in Mexico, the crazy violent surf made it a "red flag" day (the lifeguards, for those unaware, post flags describing the swim conditions each day. Green means gentle surf, yellow means strong swimmers only, red means
The newly found almost-surfer in me wanted to grab a board and try the waves out. Then I came back to reality and remembered I've only actually successfully stood up on a surf board like six times. Ever. In baby wussy waves.
Yeah...no.
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| Playing on the beach....look at those bigass waves! |
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| Calen the sand monster! |
Calen really wished he had a toy boat to use so he found a piece of wood that he called his "boat". It floats and works just as well and even though it's not nearly as super awesome as Cam's real toy boat, Calen was just as content and thrilled with the game. Which just proves to me that even in 2014, little boys can make toy boats out of driftwood and have just as much fun as the newest gadget.
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| Calen's super rad driftwood boat (smothered in sand) |
Way better than tball practice.
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