Writing this while the naps last. We've had a good weekend so far - yesterday morning we woke up at 8. EIGHT. And we only woke up because Ellie crawled in bed with us. Adam was still happily sleeping in his crib, where we'd put him ten hours earlier. He is a miracle child. While we were having 3/4ths of a family snuggle, Ellie got very concerned that Tim and my wedding rings matched, but that Tim did not have an accompanying diamond ring, so she insisted that tomorrow or next week we need to go get him one for Father's Day. "It's true," she told us. Okay kid, let's buy your dad a big diamond... in my size of course.
This morning we only slept in until seven, which woe to us. It was okay though, we got up and got ourselves ready for a fun, beachy morning with Mimi and Pa, who are celebrating 40 years of wedding bliss by getting a fancy hotel room in Laguna Beach and welcoming all their brat kids and grandkids. Ellie was very excited about the prospect last night, and was irked when it took Tim his usual 20 minutes to get changed into his suit and fully sunscreened. But once we were at the beach, it became the Ellie and Pa show.
Ellie was, as usual, a fearless water baby. When I took her in to jump in the waves she squealed with happiness when I lifted her over the spray, and then she'd immediately start kicking her feet and paddling, trying to swim. She also enjoyed trying to play frisbee with her daddy and Pa.
Beans lasted about an hour and a half at the beach, which was perfect because we got there before it got too hot or too crowded, and by the time we were back in the room and cleaned up, it was time for lunch. Then post lunch, she and Pa played the run and twirl around game
And then the "you put your giant hat on me and I'll toss it on the floor" game
Jake came too, allowing us to get a photo of all of the Ford boys. Ellie was not intentionally excluded, she was just off insisting on being a pain.
Or just saying farewell to the ocean, until another day