Life's a Beach

Originally posted July 31/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"



We did it. Yesterday Simon and I got into the car and went out to Witless Bay to go to the beach. It was mostly because the house smelled like cat poo, but any excuse is a good excuse if it means going to the beach.

I hadn't realized that there's actually a sandy beach there instead of just rocks- that was a nice surprise. Simon had a ball letting the freezing cold waves come up over his feet- he didn't run away once. In fact, a few times I had to hold on to him to keep him from running after them. How do you explain to a 2-year old that the ocean is fun, but dangerous? I guess you can't, really- you just let him explore... as long as he's holding your hand.

After we did that for a while, Simon decided that he wanted to put rocks in the water. He started with the ones that were sitting right there, wet and shiny from the waves; then he moved on to running back up the beach to get dry ones and bringing them back to toss in. Of course, he couldn't throw just any rocks in the water. I have no idea what his criteria were, but he had a very careful selection process. Some of them were big, and he had to use two hands to toddle them back to the ocean. Some were small, and he could carry one in each hand. Some he picked up and then put back because, for some reason, they weren't quite right. The selection process was very serious business, but he laughed when he tossed them.

By the time we left, Simon had wet shorts, and I was covered in sand. Good times. Of course, he didn't want to go, but we had to get back for nap time, and then go and pick AJ up from work. We'll go back soon, though.