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As summer races to an end I am finding myself trying to cram as much summery fun in to a day/week/weekend as possible. Last weekend we went boating all day Saturday and Sunday. Every day this week has been filled with some kind of outdoor fun at a park or in the sprinkler. This weekend we will be going back up north to the in-laws' cabin and the week after that is the highly anticipated county fair. All of it is so fun and exciting that the boys are wiped out by the end of every day.
Yesterday was no exception. I decided to take the boys to one of our favorite spots on the beach to dig in the sand, throw some stones in the water, and soak in the sun. This spot is nearly always deserted and we love to pretend it is our own private beach. It is just a few short blocks from our house yet we don't go nearly as often as we should. Though after the fun we had yesterday I'm sure we will be spending much more time there in the future. Because the weather was just hovering around 74 degrees and Lake Michigan is known for being pretty chilly I decided not to put the kids in swim trunks. What I forgot to factor in was how oddly warm the lake water always gets in August and September. Add to that the big, lolling waves that were splashing up on the soft sand and I knew the boys would end up soaking wet.
They cautiously dipped their tootsies in. Tommy and Ben were amused by the water but a little taken aback by the strength of the waves. The loud continuous crash seemed to make their apprehension just strong enough to stick close to the shore.
Joey, on the other hand, couldn't resist. The last time we went in Lake Michigan the water was freezing so when Joey dipped his pigs in this time he was thrilled to find how warm the water was. After that there was no stopping him. The boy who last year screamed bloody murder if you tried to get him into the warm, calm inland lakes past his ankles was now plowing into the waves and body surfing. I was so proud.
And clearly, so was he. And just like that my big boy was even bigger.
Ben watched from the shore, hypnotized by the waves.
Tommy and Ben would wade in the water for a few seconds, and then take off down the beach in search of more stones and sticks.
And each time they would rush back and show me their treasures.
My ears were filled with, "Mom, look at this one!" from Tommy, and "Mum! Mum, mum, mum, MUM!" from Benny.All the while as the boys were enjoying the sand Joey swam.
We returned home from that glorious day at the beach tired, sandy, and hungry. The boys each had a jelly jar of their favorite stones to remind them of the good time they'd had and proudly showed their daddy when he came home from work. Oh, summer, how I'll miss you.