We made a trek out to California 2 days after Christmas for my BIL's wedding in L.A. & San Louis Obispo. My one request is that we visit the beach. I didn't care if it was overcast, raining, snowing, hailing, storming, tsunami (well, that one I would make an exception for). I was determined to go to the beach. Growing up, we would go to my Grandparents beach house on the Oregon coast in the summer. We learned to wear layers, my most common attire was a swimsuit with a sweatshirt over it. I have such great memories running down the beach, rolling around in the sand, then running back into the ocean to wash off. All the while we were pretending to be on motorcycles.
We went to Morro Beach, for anyone who is familiar with the area.
Since it was December, the local K-mart (the only store around) didn't have beach shovels and buckets. We got creative and bought the kids Tupperware containers for buckets and serving spoons for shovels, which worked great!
We were having a great time until Mason got a bit of sand on his foot. It was pretty devastating for him.
Then Reece decided to get his feet wet and was surprised by the pain caused by salt water in a fresh scrape. Boy, this trip to the beach wasn't turning out as dreamy as I had anticipated.
I decided I needed to show them what the beach was all about and got a sandcastle going. The kids began to shed their sweatshirts and jeans. Maya was the first to get down to just a swimsuit, that's my girl!!! Luckily, Michael is scared of my camera, so there are no pictures of me.
It wasn't long after that they got more adventurous, and started venturing into the water.