yayyyyy for the beach!!

In the middle of the week, I took a "mental health" day off of work (I really need a mental health WEEK but since I've already taken 3 weeks off this year, that's not really in the cards for me). 


I picked up the girls from school. 


I told them to save their homework for later, cause we are going to the beach!!


It was such an especially nice day to be there, too.













 I know:  my definition of a good beach day isn't the same as everyone else's.


I found out my friend at work went to the gym one day @ lunch and I told her I should have gone with her.....except it was cool and cloudy so on days like that I'd rather be outside.  And she said I'm crazy, on days like that she'd rather be inside and be out when it's sunny and warm.  I'm not normal.  It's ok.








But on our beach day, it actually was sunny and warm, but those clouds I love were hanging off in the distance and started rolling in.  It made my heart happy.






So did playing in the water:

They were all excited cause usually when we end up at the beach it's one of the following scenarios:


a)  on a whim,

b)  in the evening,

c)  in a non-beachy month like January when it's freezing,

d)  they're wearing jeans or church clothes,

and I have to tell them not to get dirty or sandy or wet. 





Which makes the beach pretty boring. 


But this time I let them run wild and get as dirty as they could stand.
































She's a jumper:















They are too:



 












See a running theme w/ the bathing suits? 
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Polka dots (planned that).


And drill team colors (didn't plan that).


































Meditating or looking for shells....don't know which:





























 
 

I tried to tell her she wasn't going to get far on the boogie board if it was touching the sand, but she wouldn't hear me.





 

 







So she tried this instead, which also didn't really work but she had a blast anyways (till she fell on her bum:




 








This thing was a neat beach find......until in my trunk a month later and not only did it NOT smell good in there, but the stupid thing wilted and turned to mush all over the girls' pottery barn chairs.   Grrr.












 

It was my mental health day, so I left my hair un-brushed.  Cause I could.













 Such a fun day....totally cured my "mental health" problems: