So we escaped to Huntington Beach on Saturday. The current was really gnarly and the lifeguards were on fierce patrol, waving people in and dragging some in with their jet skis. My boys were getting tossed up like some rag dolls. But they loved it and kept going in for more. The less adventurous ones (like me) stayed at the shore and played in the sand.
I've lost my fearless attitude about the ocean. I used to love to get in and go deep, getting crashed by all the waves and feeling like I was ten years old again. I never seemed to be afraid of the pounding surf, getting some salt water in my mouth, getting scraped in the sand. Now I am.
Getting tackled by a wave and having my boobs fall out or accumulating a pound of sand in my crotch doesn't sound like alot of fun to me these days.
I have a huge respect for the sea. Michael was a little bummed, because it was something we always enjoyed doing together. He is a fish...and now we have a small tank of little fishies that love the ocean like their daddy. There. Now he has some partners to get in the water with him. And they are just as fearless as he is.
Miss Maya having fun at the shore. I don't think she even touched the water the entire day.
Mikey, Noah and Diego...brothers forever.
Xixi and cousin Selah...in between cat fights they really do love each other.
I think Xixi was highly amused that she had some chi-chis.
Jimbo Slice, striking a pose...and I kept mistaking Cyan for Diego with his long, wet hair.