Beach Day

Carson and Adeline at La Jolla Cove
Adeline happy at the beach
Ballet at the beach, doesn't everyone do an arabesque at the beach?
My boy and his long eyelashes
The beach, the beach, yeah!!!


Before I was interrupted with my husband and birthday post, I was re -living our vacation. What is a California vacation without a trip to the beach? As a child we never visited the beach. It was not until I was a teenager that I had actually been to a beach. I was sure not going to let that experience slip by my kids.

We took off for the beach in the late afternoon so I could get pictures at sunset. Before we even left the house my mother got all anxious about what to wear to the beach, were we going to get wet, and a host of other questions (hence the reason we never went to the beach as kids, totally out of her comfort zone). With Nana calmed down, we made it to a beautiful area with waves and rocks.

Carson jumped right in the water having a grand time. The first wave that hit Adeline she screamed and started jumping around. When she finally composed herself, she told me she did not like this dirty beach! She was not a fan of the kelp tangling up on her legs, so she stayed on shore and built sand castles.

Mid way through this beach excursion I ran up to the car to get snacks, and got a "crisis" call from my sister in Utah. Our dad had sprung the news to her that he was married, of course we did not even know he was dating, let alone married (the 70 year old's eloped. I was told the news 3 days earlier and sworn to secrecy so my dad could share the news in person to all his kids) and to top it off they were driving to his new mini castle, his new half a million dollar home in Utah, over looking the Salt Lake mountains, and the Draper Temple. Oh, of course, no one knew he bought this house over 6 months ago. Talk about shocker!! This is a whole story to tell at another time.

I helped to calm the crisis both with my sister on the phone, and with the hungry kids on the beach. I decided to venture off on the beautiful rocks of the cove, having a fantastic time snapping pictures right and left of my son, when the next thing I know, I am flat on my tush, blood coming from my toes and two little puncture wounds on my knee. But despite the fall I saved the camera, toes come and go, but a good camera is a horrible thing to break!

Wounds patched up, I was almost ready to call and end to this beach trip. As we were debating the fact of leaving, a beach photo shoot came and started to display their mostly naked bodies on the beach next to us. The man taking one shot after the next of a bikini clad lady hugging a surf board. This display went on for a bit, the camera man laid in the sand and was pointing the camera up, when my mom, a little 76 year old red head, says out loud, "What is he doing? There should be no reason for his camera to be there unless he is taking a picture of her vagina! This is porn if I have ever seen it."

With that, the beach trip abruptly came to an end. But I did get great pictures of the kids at the beach!