Let's be honest here.
I love the beach.
We all do. It is our happy place.
It is really depressing when we can't get out to the beach! Specifically to Brigantine, Tyler's childhood beach. It is a slice of heaven-on-earth.
(Cole decided it was cool to sit in a bucket all the time)
(bury that man! remind me to tell you about Amelia's obsession with putting seashell sand "breast thingies" on Uncle Andy, the mermaid. you can see one right below his chin in this picture).
So I was stoked that we'd get to spend a little time together.
Oh, for those who have "stuck it out" thus far, here's your bonus story! My little family and the brother's family were playing ladder-ball on the beach. The basic idea of the game is to throw a set of balls (attached by a 6" piece of rope) onto a plastic "ladder" frame.
The kids were getting into it and perfecting their aim. It was Sheridan's turn and she chucked a set of balls. Suddenly a seagull was screeching and cawing like crazy and hopping around on the sand by the ladder. Without meaning to, she'd ladder-balled one of the seagulls!
Now, the NJ seagulls are OBNOXIOUS. Finding Nemo got that portrayal spot-on. Rats with wings. They will snatch the sandwich right from your hand or dive-bomb a kid for a single potato chip. Vermin. However, we were all mortified. The seagull wouldn't let anyone near it, but the rope was getting more and more twisted around its wing and we were fearing for its health and safety. It attracted quite a crowd! Just as we were going to throw a towel over it and try to remove the ball, it miraculously got free and was GONE. Sheridan felt so bad (but she couldn't have done that on purpose if she were trying to!) but it was one of those shake-your-head-in-disbelief whilst trying not to laugh incredulously.
Maybe this was foreshadowing to our trip home to Utah? Or the universe paying us back for laughing incredulously at a poor, ladder-balled seagull. Eh, or it's one of those crazy moments. You decide!