This week Chris had a rare two days off in a row. Nora and my gift to him for Father’s Day was a whole day of doing whatever he wanted, so Tuesday, he said he wanted to go to the beach.
You might expect this to be a post about how we all went to the beach, went swimming, played in the sand, and had lots of fun. This isn’t that kind of post.
Yes, there was an adorable first bathing suit.
And some fun playing with rocks far from the water’s edge, 
under the shade of her Marist umbrella tent.
And we even managed to sneak in a few mostly-happy family pictures.
But as we neared crashing waves, the worried look started to set in.
And despite Dad’s best efforts to interest her in levee building…
She would have none of it.
It took lots of mom time and a two-and-a-half hour nap to recover from that trauma. So, it turns out we don’t have a natural born beach baby, even though both Chris and I love sand and salt water. We’re going to have to work on introducing waves and sandcastle building at a much slower pace than anticipated. This is the first time I’ve seen her scared of anything, so it’s a new parenting challenge. Any advice?
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