My husband just sent these pictures to me. I’d taken them on his phone (I didn’t want to take mine to the beach and risk ruining it), and after I took them, I clearly forgot all about them. Until now.
These were taken one warm and sunny afternoon. We went to the beach, knowing that the tide was going out. Well, as I sat on the beach, the warm breeze and the bright sun made me have to squint. I didn’t want to squint; it was much easier to simply close my eyes. And take a little snooze.But before I dropped off completely, I did make my boys get out of the water. As I said, the tide was going out and I had visions of them (the 9yo especially) drifting off to sea, or getting sucked under water by the undertow.
So I instructed them to play in the sand close to where I was, as I was engaged in examining the back of my eyelids. As I slipped into my nap, they were busily digging holes, and had drawn an actual line in the sand to demarcate who could use what sand. Whatever. I wasn’t caring about that. I was just caring about a little rest. I’d had a rough day already, what with the bike ride and a visit to the pool. I had earned my nap.When I was startled awake a few minutes later by blood-curdling shrieks and laughter, this is what I found: One child had buried himself and was in process of digging out; simultaneously the other one was pelting him with sand. Quality supervision right here. I’m such a good mommy.
The red welts on their backs only lasted a few hours, I promise. And no worries...the 11yo was able to free himself and repaid his brother in full.