Living in a coastal town you’d think we’d go to the beach often. Nope. We do love the beach, and as a teenager both the King and I were beachlovers, the surfie dude and his chick on the sand. I’d go to work sunburned and my boss would tell me off for not using sunscreen (we sold it there) and the makeup lady (Bronwyn) would tsk tsk tsk at what I was doing to my skin. What did I care? I was having fun and far too lazy to cover up.
There was me, lying on the sand, dreaming of my future.
I imagined my children, little brown athletic babies, running in the waves. I thought they’d all know how to surf by the age of three. I thought our Kelpie /Labrador – water loving energetic dog, would be with us forever (R.I.P Zoey) and I thought life was going to be one big long holiday.
Boy I was wrong.
Our first born is no surfer. He doesn’t like the heat, the cold, the sand, the sun. In fact he doesn’t like most things. He burns in 10 minutes, this raises his temperature (on top of everything else he also has a condition called ‘thermoregulatorydysfunction’)and when his temp rises.. well you know what a fever is like.. he cries… then it goes up more… then heat rash… and so on… for hours. Not fun. So, number one rule – do not get burned. How do you do this in our beautiful land? You don’t go outside.. and you certainly don’t go to the beach. That was a hard adjustment for us.
Occassionally when he is in care we might venture to the beach, so this day we decided to take the 3 little ones and the 2 pooches to the sandy shore.
It was Jaxsons’ first time braving the water. He learned to catch a frisbee! Even better he learned to bring it back. Now this is a huge acheivement, or little fluff ball is not too bright. He didn’t like the water too much, but had a great time running about getting sandy.
Just love that wet face. What a fun day.