Last weekend we took Roo to see some friends who adore him (and who happen to be the parents of a whole slew of kids we adore) and spent a few days on Fire Island. It was the first time he’d been to the beach. Now, this kid is a water baby through and through – he screams in delight when you turn on the tab and strip off his diaper – but this was something else.
He took one look at the waves and lost his little mind. Squealing. Face planting in the sand. Chasing the waves as fast as he could as they washed back out. Drinking mouth fulls of salt water and then sputtering and laughing at the same time. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a human being have so much fun without drugs.
And then there was this week. NSG left her job (this was planned but still a transition). My job was unexpectedly chaotic and stressful, partially in that pre-vacation way and partially in that my-contract-manager-is-an-asshole way. NSG’s sister was a big pain in the tush, which is not new, but her MO this week was particularly exhausting and aggravating. Even Roo was in on the starry misalignment, pitching over the guard rail today and ending up with a fat black eye.
But tomorrow… Can’t wait. See you when we get back!