Oh for goodness sake!
I have been working on a post about the beach for three days. I have attempted wittiness, I have attempted sentimental, and I have failed dismally at both. I have come to the conclusion that I am too long winded to consolidate a four day trip into a few paragraphs and I am sick of trying.
So here it is, in a nutshell:
Clara cried. All the way there, all the way back, and a good part of the time in between. Clara cried. By the time we arrived home on Sunday night we were all ready to strap her to the luggage rack. (How's that for a WME statement.) Between the crying, and sometimes in spite of it, we had a good time.
Now here's some pictures of my kids at the beach. A whole slew of pictures because my four kids are never all together in one place. And because the relatives will like seeing them. And because I think they are cute.
Clara's first time at the ocean. Almost no crying on the beach. Praise God.
Great! Now I can get back to blogging about the mundane and the ridiculous. Because that's where I feel at home.
Clara's end. A very cute end.