Well, the beach was delightful. We didn’t get to spend our usual week in Fenwick this year, due to rehearsals and classes and the concert I sang in Balmer last week, so there was sadness and gnashing of teefs, but we had a good time while we were there. Plus, since we weren’t down there for a super-long time, we didn’t have to strap our cargo carrier on the roof, as that is a Hassle. We managed to get up early on the 4th and get on the road by 9:15am, just about the time Charles needed a nap. He didn’t sleep much, unfortunately, but he’s a good traveller anyway so the 2-hour drive wasn’t all that painful.
We arrived around 11, got unpacked, and immediately commenced laying around doing nothing for extended periods of time. Charles discovered the big sunny porch, dragged most of his toys out there, and tried to figure out a way to punch through the screen and fall into the bushes. (He was never successful, thanks to the intervention of Sweet Crying Sainted Baby Jesus.) We watched tennis, grilled steaks, and eventually fell asleep, fat and happy.
Thursday we decided to drag Charles to the beach, despite the ominous skies. He rather liked it. After a while it started to rain, and I was tired of cleaning sand off of Charles, so we hoofed it back to the house and cleaned him up in the pool, which was for him almost as much fun as the ocean. After some ritual hosing out of the orifices of everyone, we went to a seafood place where I ate a plate of food almost as heavy as my son, who yelled a lot, ate everything that got near him, and generally made a big fuss. Our waitress was both Eastern European and scandalously hot.
Friday, Dad and I had intended to go golfing, but it was hot, so we went to the beach instead and left Charles in Sarah’s care, since she’s not really a beach kinda girl (She’s more of a laying-out-by-the-pool kinda girl, as long as she doesn’t have to put her head under water or actually swim or put her drink down or anything.) I frolicked in the waves, got a good sunburn, and generally acted significantly less than my age. Luckily, there were lots of young women there to admire my pasty physique and generally be creeped out by me.
After that we went to a BBQ place called Bethany Blues, wherein Charles was surly and we had to shovel our food down our gullets and take him outside so he’d stop staring at people and screaming. (I dunno what’s up with him recently, but he’s not fond of sitting in restaurants and enjoying the ambience. He ends up throwing food on the floor and screaming for no reason until I tase him take him outside. Hitting the terrible twos a bit early, I suppose.)
Saturday we basically packed up, sprinted home, changed clothes, and went to Mel’s baby shower, which was loud but filling; Sunday we went to my uncle’s house out in York (another 2 hour drive! Charles was thrilled) for my aunt’s birthday, and let Charles float around the pool in a little boat-like device my wife acquired for him. The boy is like a fish, I’m TELLING YOU.
And that’s all I have to say about that. Oh, for the rest of the pictures, head on over to Charles’s site. HILARITY IS TO BE FOUND THERE!
