July 15, 2006

Bastille Day Beach Trip

Summer having arrived, we finally put aside our projects and such and made it back to Gleneden beach. (I still wonder if it's pronounced "Glen Eden" or "GLEN-uh-den", which is how I say it. It IS paradisical and there is a glen there. So I dunno.)

The morning and afternoon were perfect.

Having gone a few times last year, this time I marshaled my best organizing skills and put together a system that, hopefully, will forever be streamlined and wonderful each time we go (I made a separate bag for the beach, and for changing and going into restaurants, and we finally gave up and just packed a small suitcase with our extra clothes.) It took a bit longer in the morning than sometimes to arrange, but I saved my inventory list of what was in each bag (again, I realize that's obsessive, but I get tired of hearing Matt rummaging in the trunk in increasing frustration, saying, "Do you know where we put the _____ ?" There was, satisfyingly, none of that on this trip.) So the next trip should be super-organized from the start. Nirvana.

One thing that was unusual was that it was HOT. Generally, the beach is cooler than the valley, but yesterday it seemed just as warm where we were. Matt mentioned that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try going when the weather is supposed to be in the 60's. :-)

Another unusual occurrence was the ferocity of the sea. Generally, the beach here is pretty peaceful, with casual waves lapping the shore. Not so on our trip; more than once I jumped a little bit as the waves went ker-THUNK! as they crashed into the sand. We had real breakers (not tall enough for surfers, but bigger than we were used to), so we tried to get pictures.

We played on the sand, including a small castle Laura and I built, complete with an alligator in the moat (the construction scale was somewhat limited, since the waves made getting water and wet sand more of a challenge than I cared to do more than once. Matt wasn't even game for once! Through a careful dance and nimble feet, I avoided getting my shoes wet. But it was a near thing.) Emily sampled some, of course (Matt: "Is that really bad for her?" Ginger: "Well, it's basically really refined dirt, so it's not much worse than regular dirt for her. However good that is." {choosing not to mention the various crawlies that live in sand...but there are crawlies in dirt, too....} She lived through the night, so there you go.)

The tension arrived on the ride home. In spite of (or perhaps, because of) sleeping about as much as usual, Emily was absolutely crazy on the ride home. She fussed and cried pretty much the whole way. (As an aside, of course we stopped and tried feeding her--which she appreciated, but went right back to fussing when we strapped her back in.) Brief respites could be achieved by singing, and therein lies the humor. Matt and I each have our standard lullaby songs, sung with mostly "doo doo doo" for the words (for the record, his is the Civil War-era tune, "Lorena". It's not the theme for, but shows up several times in, the Ken Burns Civil War series. Mine is "There Is a Balm in Gilead," which always makes me feel better even if it does nothing for the baby.) Listening to Mommy sing just pissed her off more. Daddy's lullaby didn't work, but Laura requested "The Wheels on the Bus" and that soothed Emily for a while, kind of. However, when Matt's creativity failed (the poor man was driving at the time, after all), and he tried just "doo doo doo," back came the crying in full force. So I supplied him with verses for a while, and she was intermittently okay. For a time. Finally, Laura tried singing to her....and there was complete peace. Sadly, Laura's work ethic just isn't as strong as an adult's yet, and when she got tired of singing and stopped...Emily started fussing again. Still, we were impressed that Laura could quiet Em when neither of us succeeded. Siblings are cool.

I'm guessing the child was just plain pissed off at riding in her car seat any more. When we finally got home (things escalated considerably during the last mile, but there wasn't much we could do for her), and got her out, she just wanted to hug Mommy. And then she was happy hanging out, as if nothing happened. At least she's the forgiving type!

Still, it was a wonderful day!

1 comment:

Tami said...

LOVELY pics. So good to see the growing babies...and you and Matt look fab. I can't believe how much the kids look like each of you.

We need to get to the coast more often ourselves.