Well, Ethan didn’t freeze to death at the beach. Since he would start to cry at swimming lessons before even entering the water because he feared the possibilityof getting cold, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any closer than one toe in the frigid New England Atlantic and hoped he would like the huge rocks to climb and sand to build. Boy, was I ever wrong! I mean, I was right about the water being frigid. But he didn’t care. I almost couldn’t get the kid out!
Ethan in the water.
“The waves, Mama! The waves!” he shouted in delight, anxious for his turn on the boogie board and venturing out as far as he could without getting knocked over. I don’t think he realized it was cold. He had died and gone to heaven.
Emry was a little more circumspect about the water, although she splashed around and did really well riding the waves. She just wanted to do everything: the water, collect shells, get buried in the sand. We checked everything off her list.
Emry buried in the sand.
And Ellyson? Well, I think lunch was her favorite part. She wasn’t overly impressed with the water, sand or rocks (although I got plenty of pictures of her first ocean visit). She was just happy left their juice boxes close enough for her to finish both of them.
Who needs one juice box when you can have two?
We also got pictures of whole gang…it’s easier to take a picture when you don’t expect them all to look at the camera.
Of all the pictures, this is my favorite. Whatever Ellyson is saying to Curtis, it is very important.
And after several hours of beach fun, we headed home. But wait! We had to stop at Goldenrod, our favorite ice cream spot in New Hampshire. Mmh, mmh!
Hooray for ice cream!
Ellyson loved Aunt Katey’s!
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