Clark's First Visit to the Beach

Today Clark and I met the Merrills down in La Jolla. That's right, our best friends from Manhattan are in San Diego visiting family and I was blessed enough to visit with them today. :) More about that later though...

As for the beach. It's beautiful! There's usually a nice breeze, the water is gorgeous, and the sun kisses you all day long.




And then, there's the sand! I HATE the sand. It gets EVERYWHERE. I means that litterally! In your nose, eyes, ears and that's just at the top! I have never turely enjoyed the beach because of the sand. So this is a story of my adventure with sand and an 8 month old.


Here is the first picture of Clark playing in the sand.


Clark not sure about this sand stuff.


Getting more use to it



Sand slowly covering every orifice of his body. I was going to say that sand got everywhere that wasn't covered by this clothes, but it eventually made it's way under the bathing suite and into his diaper. :(

Notice all the sand on his face! What you don't see is that it's in his mouth, in his ears and in his eye lashes. Poor guy, but he loved it.

This is the shovel toy that Clark thought would taste great. Real yummy covered in sand.


Clark getting a feel for the water. Just after these pictures were taken, Clark sat down thinking that it would be like the bath tub. Then a wave came up and he screamed and tried his best to crawl up me to get out of the water. He liked observing from the safety of momma's arms.



I don't think I enjoyed myself as much as I could of because I was stressing about the sand. I kept looking at Clark as the sand slowley covering every square inch of his body and thinking, Clint is going to kill me. There is going to be SOOO much sand in his car! It's never going to come out. The sand never came out of his last car.

Thankfully La Jolla Shores had showers that you could rinse off the sand. My favorite. Clark didn't like it too much though, but at least I got the majority of the sand off of him and I could rest easier knowing that he wasn't going to be riding home in the car seat for an hour and a half with sand grinding into his little body.

As for my visit with the Merrills; I miss them! There boys are getting bigger and they all look very happy but I miss hanging out with them each weekend. I left there and realized that Jeanette and I didn't really talk. We were too busy watching our kids play and enjoying the beach scene. It wasn't until I left that I was sorry that we didn't get more time to catch up, but Clark wasn't nursing very well, and was getting sleepy and cranky. Plus I had had enough with the sand. My arch nemesis. Takes all the fun out of the beach!