We spent a couple of very relaxing days down on the sand in front of our place. We pitched up our chairs and threw down the toys and Eric and I read, while the kids played.
Sand remains endlessly fascinating for all three kids...and their parents, actually. Here's Lukey sending me an abrasive love note.
Finny made some sort of bucket sculpture.
While Lukey and Molly raced to dig the deepest hole. Notice the overcast skies. Even when the sun is behind the clouds, the air temperature is nice and warm. Such a treat in November.
Finny finished her sculpture.
And the other two completed their holes. And what do you do with a giant hole? You bury yourself, of course.
And if you are a little taller, you have to dig a little deeper.
And if you were building a sculpture while your brother and sister were digging, you have to dig fast to catch up.
I have to say, Eric and I had a great time burying the kids in sand.
We contemplated leaving them there and going to a movie or something. Watching them try to get out was very entertaining. It was a personality study. Molly dug out slowly, laughing the whole time. Good thing for her that the tide wasn't coming in...she would have been a giggling goner. Finny, on the other hand, raged against the sand, punching it when it wouldn't yield. It took her less than a minute and a half. Lukey just stuck with it and got out in a reasonable amount of time.
Lukey lost patience and dug himself out first. Then, he decided to take the opportunity of immobilized sisters to play of bit of soccer between these two big posts. Look at Finny's face. She didn't appreciate being trapped and forced to submit to his will. The rest of us found it hilarious. Lukey most of all.
We did a bit of surfing to wash the sand off ourselves.
Soooo much fun!
Then dry off and more play before heading into the complex pool for a hot tub...then up to make dinner. A perfect day.