Today, we went to the beach. I know it’s November, but it’s been unseasonably warm lately. In fact, I think with the current cold front hitting florida, it might be the same temperature there and here. Anyway, in preparation for the beach I packed a blanket to sit on, some plastic cups and spoon to dig with, some water and snacks, and a sun hat. Because the pacific ocean is always very, very cold, there are a number of things I never thought to bring: bathing suit, towel, change of clothes. Mostly, I imagined jon and I sitting on the blanket, maybe having a beer, while toby dug around in the sand. Then we’d make our way down the beach to the park chalet for more beer. Instead, toby
seemed unfazed by the freezing temperature of the water, and rather than wanting to sit and dig in a dry area reasonable for a blanket, he preferred to sprint after the receding waves like our own little plover to pick up handfuls of muddy sand. Which wasn’t too bad until he did a face plant into an oncoming wave. And even then, toby seemed to think that was fine, a perfect opportunity to take off his chafing clothes. So there he was, wet, covered in sand, wearing just a diaper that was itself probably full of sand, running in and out of the water. He was pretty ecstatic, it was just jon and I who saw this all as an invitation to pneumonia, or at least all the more reason to move closer to that beer. So we packed him up and headed
to the park chalet where I washed him off in the bathroom sink, dried him with our blanket, and dressed him in a sweatshirt, jon’s wool hat, and a skirt fashioned out of the breastfeeding cover we keep in the backpack. He looked lovely. Especially after we got our pitcher.
Today, we went to the beach. I know it’s November, but it’s been unseasonably warm lately. In fact, I think with the current cold front hitting florida, it might be the same temperature there and here. Anyway, in preparation for the beach I packed a blanket to sit on, some plastic cups and spoon to dig with, some water and snacks, and a sun hat. Because the pacific ocean is always very, very cold, there are a number of things I never thought to bring: bathing suit, towel, change of clothes. Mostly, I imagined jon and I sitting on the blanket, maybe having a beer, while toby dug around in the sand. Then we’d make our way down the beach to the park chalet for more beer. Instead, toby
seemed unfazed by the freezing temperature of the water, and rather than wanting to sit and dig in a dry area reasonable for a blanket, he preferred to sprint after the receding waves like our own little plover to pick up handfuls of muddy sand. Which wasn’t too bad until he did a face plant into an oncoming wave. And even then, toby seemed to think that was fine, a perfect opportunity to take off his chafing clothes. So there he was, wet, covered in sand, wearing just a diaper that was itself probably full of sand, running in and out of the water. He was pretty ecstatic, it was just jon and I who saw this all as an invitation to pneumonia, or at least all the more reason to move closer to that beer. So we packed him up and headed 
to the park chalet where I washed him off in the bathroom sink, dried him with our blanket, and dressed him in a sweatshirt, jon’s wool hat, and a skirt fashioned out of the breastfeeding cover we keep in the backpack. He looked lovely. Especially after we got our pitcher.
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