The Beach

Finally. It was finally here. It was finally time to go. It was finally time to spend a week at the Beach. Finally….finally…finally…

We plan for our annual beach trip in San Clemente for an entire year. We go each summer, almost 50 of us, and camp for a week. We pick a theme for the next year at the end of each week. This year’s theme was Superheros, and we go all out! We even have committee’s for everyone to pitch in and make the week a memorable one. We have food, decorations, activities, service project, “convenient store” and reservations.

This year the site was decorated like Gotham City, with murals of skyline vinyl table cloths tied to the fences to give us the feel of the city. There were blow up’s of Spider-man, Batman and Superman surrounding all the picnic tables. We had a great menu with lots of yummy food and fun activities for the kids to make capes, dress up like Superheros and run an obstacle course and some fun trivia games and even a Boggle tourney for the adults.

We even added a few extra days to the trip to visit HB and go to Disneyland.

Here are some highlights:

--We met my best friend since kindergarten, Ashley, in HB to start the week off. It had been years since we had seen her and we spent the day downtown enjoying the sun and each other’s company. I think I’ll refer to her as Aunt Ashley from now on; the boys adored her and she was so cute with them. Dax loved walking down the pier and watching the fisherman and surfers. Ashley even joined us for one of our days at Disneyland, which was really fun!

--Although Wyatt’s bottom two teeth broke while we were at the beach, no one would have known. He slept so great; I think the crashing waves were like music to him. He loved playing in the sand and he had no problem splashing in the cold water. He happily wore his hat at only got a little sun-kissed on his nose the first day. He was a great mini-Spider-man and loved all the kids playing with him. He loved the baths we gave him in the outdoor tub-like sink at the bathrooms. Someone said he probably had the most sleep out of any of the campers that week, and I think they were right. He was such a good baby!!

--Dax on the other hand had a little tougher of a week. He got a crazy diaper rash that really put him on edge. I don’t blame him… A diaper rash + sand does not = a happy camper. This threw him off with the majority of everything. He would hide out in grandma and grandpa’s trailer for as long as we would let him. He thought the waves were “scary” and was perfectly happy playing in the shade in the sand. He wasn’t happy taking showers and cried every time we put his trunks on. This carried over to Disneyland. He wouldn’t even ride the carousel. Miraculously, after two days of being at the park, he did stand next to Mickey Mouse for a picture.

Good thing next month we will be back in California at the beach in Oceanside for some better attempts at pictures on the beach and Dax semi-close to the ocean because this trip was a total bust at a family picture. Cross your fingers for us, because if not, you'll all be seeing this picture in your Christmas cards. Oh help us please!