Beach Bums

We went to the beach three times last week -- that's right, three times! We're two blocks away, how awesome is that?? We just walk right out our door, down our street, cross the Rambla, and there we are! Playa de Carrasco! (In the picture above, Z&B are on our street, approaching the Rambla and the beach is just there, that yellow building is on it.) Our water babies love it, Nuala goes crazy in the little waves. She keeps trying to bear-walk in them so she can get her head wet...most kiddos don't want their heads wet, am I right? Bran isn't too fond of that. He does love the water if it's not on his head. And of course, the sand! Sand is super cool.

The first couple of times we went, nary a grain made its way near little mouths. So I told the embassy nurse that, when she was asking how the babies did at the beach, if we keep them away from dog doo-doo, etc. I was kinda proud, I said, "Oh, they don't even put the sand in their mouths!" meaning: "they're so advanced, they know that it could be dangerous, and besides, they know it's not food and that eating it would just be pointless!" That afternoon, at the beach, two little mouths were immediately filled with sand. I bet they just hadn't really thought about it, too much else to see and do, but then they heard us talking about it and realized they had neglected that avenue of exploration. Ah, but the beach is wonderful for tiring them out! Nuala never wants to get out of the water, even if she's shivering and her lips are turning blue. When Bran gets cold he wants to be wrapped in his towel and held.

Now, I had planned on getting a bunch of super-cute beach pictures, but (if I even remember to bring it) the camera doesn't get to stay out for long at all, the tykes are so excited to run everywhere and hijack soccer balls and play in the water that it's just not feasable. Maybe we'll figure out how to juggle everything better next time! Zac and I did get to skimboard a little, he's great at it, I need some work...