We are home again and as usual, had a lovely time away. We have all come home a little browner than we left as well. I put suncream on everyone every day before we ventured out but we still managed to get a little burnt. I must get into the habit of reapplying. Some would say, i should insist that my kids cover up more but alas my children are just not like that. It doesn't matter how many layers i send them down to the beach in they will always end up stripped down to nothing (well almost) within an hour. Even if we go down to the beach later in the day with then intention of just "playing in the sand and NOT getting wet" the both ALWAYS end up soaked.
One day when we went down they decided to try the old "spin the bucket upside down to see if the water doesn't come out" trick. Koby wasn't too bad at it...Charlee was a major fail because she kept wimping out as the bucket got above her head which ended up making her wetter than if she had just trusted in the laws of gravity.
Noah and I spent most of the time at the beach like this, watching the kids swim and play. I tried taking him for a dip a few times but he was not a fan. On the days the kids wanted to bogie board and swim i took them to the beach patrolled by a life guard. Because it was only me there to supervise i didn't trust that i would be able to help them if they needed it.
I was glad i decided to do that as i nearly needed to call on them on Tuesday when Koby (who i had told REPEATEDLY to NOT under any circumstances go deeper into the water than his waist) decided that he was suddenly old enough and brave enough to go much deeper than he should because the "other boys" there were. I looked away for a min to attend to Noah, looked up again and he was jumping over perfectly good waves and moving further and further out to get the bigger ones.
Now the beach we go to is a surf beach and at times it can have a VERY strong undertow, and the water can get very deep very quick - hense the warning to not go above his waist. I tried to have faith that he would turn around soon and come back, but when he started approaching waves that were well over his head and jumping onto his board to float over them i freaked. I made my way into the water with Noah, calling out to Koby. I may have over reacted a little but all i could think was that if he got in trouble and found himself being pulled out i would not get to him in time...and where would i put Noah if i had to? He was no longer between the flags so i had no idea if anyone else was watching him or if they would realize that he was not meant to be out that far.
Thankfully a nice woman who saw me calling out and trying to get Koby's attention offered to hold Noah for me (charlee was hovering around in the shallows watching all this happening) so i took her up on the offer and ended up wading out up to my own waist practically screaming Koby's name to get him to hear me over the surf. He eventually heard me and turned around but he was at least 30-40 meters away from me. He saw me waving my arms telling him to come back and started walking back. when he got to me you'd better believe i gave him an ear full. You see those crazy fish-wife mothers screeching at their children on the beach?...yep, that was me.
I just could not believe he would be that stupid after ALL the warnings i had given him. His excuse was that there were other people around him and that he could still touch the bottom. The other people around him were twice his size and he confessed later on that a few times he in fact couldn't touch the bottom, mainly when the wave came in. *slap slap slap*
I had nightmares about what could have happened that night and ended up baning him from using the board at all the next day and made him stay in the water up to his knees for the rest of the week. Ergh...bloody headstrong arrogant boys. He was apparently not impressed with my "complete over reaction"
Noah was fascinated with the sand. he hated sitting on it but loved running his fingers through it and he also ate a fair shade despite me constantly pulling his fingers out of his mouth. He also hasn't quite got the hang of sitting yet, so he face planted a few times while i wasn't looking..oops.
He did pretty well at the beach though, i thought he would get cranky really quickly, but he happily sat around in the suntent and had the occasional splash to cool down. As long as he had his bottle handy he was happy. On the last day we ended up staying at the beach for about 3 hours.