On Thursday afternoon we headed to the beach with a couple of friends for what was supposed to be playing in the sand, roasting hot dogs and smores, flying kites, etc. Apparently no one told the kids that the water/air was too cold for swimming because they all jumped right in like crazies. I let them wear their suits with the intention that they could play at the edge and then change into dry clothes. They took the suits to mean free reign.
I can't tell you how cold I was. They don't get their cold tolerance from me...that's for sure.
Bella lives for shells, rocks, and any other related discoveries that she can make. She's considering a side career in paleontology or geology. You know, if the whole writer/artist gig doesn't fill all of her time.
The fire was probably the only thing that kept everyone from suffering from mild hypothermia.