Beaching

It's nearly the end of August and I haven't done many fun things with the kids. Some of them, because of their advanced age, don't care. I wouldn't care much either because I am not of the mind that a mother (at least this mother) has to provide constant entertainment for her children. But I do like going to the beach, and I've missed that this summer. So we went. And I brought the camera along in hopes of taking pictures of my cute little kids playing in the sand with saggy diapers. Too bad I don't have any cute little kids with saggy diapers who play in the sand anymore. I had to settle for taking pictures of a teenager and a pre-adolescent, both of whom don't do "cute" things anymore.

They either stand there silently criticizing the general populace with a faint smirk of self-righteousness:

Or they blow raspberries at their parents:
And then they torment each other with games like "I'm going to attack you and you're going to scream like a little baby."

Fun with older non-cute kids. I ignored them and read a book. When I did go in the water, they made fun of me because I wore my sunglasses into the water. Hayley said "Those don't make very good goggles." Then they splashed me with water and called me a baby for not dunking my head right away. I had to gradually get used to the coldness of the water.

I'm going back to not taking them places. Less fun is made of me that way.*

*not really. I had a good time and they did too. I swam and read my book and they paddled around in the water.