Going to the Beesh

Apparently my girls don't think we spend enough time at the beach. For the last couple weeks Parker gets in the car and chants "BEESH, BEESH" at me. In itself, it's cute and makes me feel bad, because we're really headed to the grocery store, Target, the gym, etc., but never to the beach. But to add insult to injury, Payton's taken to explaining to her "Parker, we only go to the beach when Grandma's here. Either Grandma Jackie or Grandma Teresa, that's when we go to the beach". Really kid, is that what you think? So sad, we live 10 minutes from gorgeous beaches, and I can't find time to take them other than when Grandma's here. This must be corrected! So, on Sunday I packed the girls up and we headed to the beach. The plan was to spend the morning hanging with the Nerney's and of course be home in time for a quick lunch and naps, as we never really last more that 1 hour, or 1 1/2 tops. But, my girls are growing up, and they LOVE the beach. So as we were packing up to head home two hours in, we bumped into the Pabst's and instead of dragging them away from their friends I chose to spend another 2 hours there! It was great, they played and played, never argued about me chasing them around with sunscreen every 30 minutes, and I got to enjoy a great day with great friends too. There was little whining, and they were even too busy to really get hungry or tired. Maybe there is a light at the end of babyhood!