We live about 20-30 minutes from Lake Erie's beautiful beaches at Presque Isle State Park. All summer I've been dreaming about a beach day, but busy schedules and crappy weather prevented one from happening until today. Today we had no plans and 79 degree sunny weather. So we packed up the car with the baby, the dog, and the Opa and off to the beach we went.
Taking a baby and a dog to the beach is seriously f*cking exhausting. I was not prepared. There are a million things you have to remember to pack, lug onto the beach, and then try to unpack while dealing with a mobile baby who likes to eat sand and a dog who vibrates with adrenaline coursing through her veins and makes demon noises until you let her go in the water. It was chaotic and stressful. I even snapped at Rick while we were trying to pitch our half-tent in the wind and it blew around like a kite.
But somewhere in there I got to hear Hank's giggles as the waves lapped up over his legs.
And I got to see my crazy dog fetching sticks in the water like it was the most important job in the world.
And in those moments, every ounce of stress was worth it. Isn't that how it goes sometimes? You have to give an hour of fight for 30 seconds of beautiful.
Lost his legs. Loved every minute of it.
Licking the bottom of a Subway cookie bag. Shameless. Like her Mama.
My little sand-eater. He had sand in every orifice.
Here's to breathtaking waves and licking the bottom of the cookie bag.