I like long days. It means we accomplished a lot, did a lot of adventures, or a combination of the two.
We started the day off with Calen's baseball game first thing in the morning. He started in right field, and the very first batter hit a towering fly ball right to him. Calen kept his composure, wavered around a bit, and CAUGHT it for the first out of the game! Cubs won a tight one (for 10 year olds) 5-0.
It was shockingly warmish today (considering it's been raining for the last 57 years here), so I announced to Brad upon returning home from the game that we NEEDED to go to the beach. So we ate a quick lunch, packed up our Ikea bag of beach toys (does anyone NOT use a blue Ikea bag as a beach toy bag??) and marched right over to Bodega Bay to spend the afternoon at the beach.
It was NOT as warm there as it was at the baseball game. In fact, my sweatshirt never came off, and no one except Brad and Camden (the two family members completely immune to cold water) even touched the water, but, it was still sunny and warm enough.
We had a great time playing soccer on the sand and building sand castles. Brad brought a "real" shovel, and he built the boys a little "pool" to play in near the water.
Of course, the tide started to come in, and was threatening to destroy their little sanctuary. So give up and move inland, right? WRONG! You build a moat around the pool as a "defense mechanism" (according to Calen), and then you build a large barrier in front of the moat, as a second defense.
The tide came in, and the defense mechanisms "worked", much to the boys ultimate delight. And then a huge wave came in and completely wiped out their fortress, so Calen surrendered and moved back inland to our sand castle city, while Camden stayed at the completely flooded fortress with his shovel, fighting to the bitter end, yelling at the attacking waves "you'll never get me alive!!!".
Everything with boys is a battle. Even incoming tides.
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