After watching me waver between another nap and reading, Sydney ushered Katherine and me into the car and on a tour of some of the area’s beaches. We took Katherine out on the sand (no mud this time), where she delighted us by playing happily in it, and horrified me by crushing small clams and then tasting them. Yuck! We’re wondering if her teenage rebellion won’t come in the form of declaring a love for seafood. We then watched the tide slowly reclaim the beach, which fascinated Katherine. She insisted on wading right in, promptly losing her footing and then crying where she sat, so I had to take off of my sneakers and reclaim her. We’ve got to get her to come when called . . . a skill she had several months ago and then mysteriously lost.
On another beach Sydney was delighted by seeing thousands of sandpipers and Katherine learned to point and say something like “Oooooh” as the gulls wheeled overhead.
I was simply grateful for the fresh air and distraction. And the root beer float I procured somewhere in there.
A really lovely evening out, after which we did everything possible to keep Katherine awake on the ride home (hoots, screams, growls, and glares, all of which made her laugh). Bed for her, and soon sleep for us.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
What a lovely day! And such fun for Katherine!