The 4th of July was hot, sticky…. and on a Friday! What should we do today? All of my friends are with their families….it’s a holiday, and I don’t know what to do….
Hmmmm. Our front yard is very festive. I put up lots of small and mini-sized American flags throughout. The fig tree (holiday tree) was adorned with red, white, and blue stars. But we are not having a party, or going to one….hmmmm.
With Seth working in Vegas, and ALL of my family on the east coast…..what should we do? I don’t know…. Beach? No, there will be too much traffic. But it’s hot. Really, really hot. Do I stay home and try to entertain Henry with every single toy and activity in the house? Uggggg. Let’s go… let’s just do this. Beach — here we come! First a quick stop at Gelson’s with my Trader Joe’s freezey-zippy bag (that should keep things cold). Buy a big bag of ice, a few water bottles, a little milk for Henry, a huge sandwich (for sharing) some snacks….and GO!
Drive, drive, drive to the beach. Slow down, speed up, slow down, speed up, break, gas, break, gas, repeat….right leg spasms ensue …and Henry is ready to boogie….but first we stop at a store on the PCH to get a BOOGIE BOARD! Yeah! I am going to teach Henry to ride the waves on his tummy! Cool! Henry screams to get out of the car….he can’t wait another minute. Wait, Henry –we have to park!
We need a parking spot as close to the beach as possible…Mommy has to carry a lot of stuff!
We’re still driving on the PCH…still driving, still driving, still…….ok…..legal U-turn and park! Woo! Malibu — here we come. Just grab the stuff and walk down this steep hill filled with loose dirt and stones, and sand and trash? Why would people litter on the PCH? Why would people litter anywhere? Ugggg!
I have my bag, our Trader Joe’s freezy-zippy bag…oh its heavy; I have the beach chair (strapped to my back); I have the umbrella, towels and blanket, Henry’s bag of toys, the boogie board, and let’s go!
I don’t have another hand to help Henry down that hill. He should be able to pull this off, he knows to slide down on his butt if all else fails.
Find a spot!
A spot with not too much trash.
Set up umbrella.
Set up camp.
Wow…those waves are really coming in. They are LOUD, and rough and LOUD. Henry is actually afraid of the ocean today! He hasn’t been afraid of the ocean in the past 8-9 visits here. Shoot. Maybe it will be OK.
Settle in. Sunscreen on. Take some pictures!
Notice there are more kids and fun activity down a ways….should I move our camp?
Yes, then maybe Henry won’t be so afraid. Go. It takes me 4-5 trips of back and forth. I don’t want to pile everything on me at once. Done.
Where did all the kids go?
Henry is afraid to try out his boogie board. The ocean is coming in strong. Other people’s camps are getting soaked. We’re OK. I am super hot, I go in the ocean. Henry yells at me to get out. It’s too scary. He doesn’t want me to go in! I am sweating. I need to go in! Henry yells, “Don’t!!!!!”
I do. He screams. I get out. I sit in my beach chair. He gets sand everywhere — it’s in my purse — all over our camp — in everything. The umbrella is too small…we need more shade! There are no clouds. The sun is HOT!
Enjoy our picnic!
Drag boogie board around on sand!
Watch the ocean!
Watch the helicopters!
Watch the planes!
Play some more!
Cuddle together in beach chair (with Henry on my lap)…
Give kiddo 20 minute notice that we will pack up soon!
The sun is going down, and the cool air is coming in.
I’m pretty done, ready to clean up and snuggle down (in bed with a movie)! Fireworks may be scary for Henry (with his ASD). Let’s go!
I pack myself up like a mule. An older man tells Henry to “help his mom”…Henry looks at him, and does nothing. Henry has no empathy for me.
Dust off sand, take off Henry’s shoes….pack up car, get in car.
….slowly drive, and break, and drive. Slow down, speed up, slow down, speed up, break, gas, break, gas, repeat….right leg spasms some more…young 20 and 30 something’s line the PCH in “dressed to impress attire”. Those parties are going to be off the hook….I am exhausted just looking at them.
Drive some more, and …..home. “WHAT’S THAT???!” Henry exclaims. “Fireworks,” I say. “It’s OK, lets take a shower and then relax in bed with a movie!”
I was told this is the worst traffic day in L.A., I think it was. Just as we were leaving the beach — parties were kicking it up to overdrive and lots of folks started to set up for the fireworks show.
But we did it…
…and it was terrific!
We love the beach!!!!!