Dela-Wha? (Pt.1)

July 30th, 2010

Ro and I were lucky enough to spend 2 1/2 weeks in Delaware on the beach.  Yes – Delaware. That name hadn’t passed my lips since high school geography and I could’ve sworn it had a “North” and “South” and was located in the middle of the country but when I heard it actually had coastline, I was in!

So my bestest buddy in the world, my soul sista, the woman I would marry if I swung “that” way… well, we had a beach house for a week. Which would’ve been amazing except we had to include our kids. *sigh* Anyhow, with enough wine and tequila shots, we managed to make it a week to remember.

I am ashamed to say that my son has never seen a sandy beach. He’s seen much of the Pacific Northwest beaches but he’s never seen the majesty of big waves crashing onto a lovely sandy beach. So when we first got to the beach, he promptly took his shoes off and ran through the surf:

At which point, he immediately got wiped out by a wave:

So I sent my Dad in to rescue him:

The first day we spent at the beach most of my photos involve my son  1) right BEFORE getting wiped out by a wave or   2) right AFTER getting wiped out by a wave. He gets his grace from his Dad.

Meghan, aka my beautiful best friend, has two equally beautiful daughters named Gabriella and Lilia. I am so glad we all got to spend time together even though they encroached on my beach swagger (** see note at bottom)  with all their loveliness.  All the chirrun’s had a blast:

That Gabriella game me a run for my fashion diva money with her fancy hat and scarves:

And yes, Auntie Meg joined in the fun:

Lilia (the wee one) melts me into a little puddle when I see her sweet face in this pic:

I can’t decide which was cooler: Ro’s mohawk or G bringin’ back the 80′s with her rockin’ side ponytail:

G: Seven going on 16:

** You won’t see any pics of me because, thanks to melanoma, I had the single dorkiest and most unattractive SPF 50 cover-up in the history of fashion.  Now usually I am one to rock something regardless of what it looks like, but there was no hope.  The below knee length coupled with the long sleeves and yes, even a BACK VENT made me look like a total tool.  Add the giant sunglasses and huuuuuuge hat and you get the total vomit-inducing picture.  What can I say?  Vain as I am I would rather look like a dork than die.  I figure if the melanoma doesn’t get me, I may just die of embarrassment. It’s a toss up at this point.

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  1. meghan Brookler Says:

    Tears…rolling down cheeks….in laughter and love. And, of course, in me missing you, my soul sister. Excellent window into our delightful, albeit goofy at times, world of the sea, in a tiny special place… playing, children laughing, and the waves crashing on the beach. ( Hopefully most of our sarcastic comments were heard only by us!!)


    Austin trip in my near future?!

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