Perspective

So if you asked my kids last Wednesday, we spent a few hours at "The Beach".

If you asked me, I might have said we spent a few hours on the little 20 x 20 plot of sand down 

by the lake. To me: a little sand, to them: a real beach. I guess it's all how you look at it and I often
 find that I like the way they look at things a lot better than the way I sometimes do.
This is the part of parenting that I love; 

The kids, easily entertained, happy just playing in the sand...digging, making sand castles,

 not fighting, exploring, happy just to be. Did I mention not fighting?

I am not the mom that cares about how messy, dirty or even filthy the kids get.  

If they are having fun and again, not fighting, they can get as dirty as they want. 

Sand in their hair, in my hair, and on every single thing we brought? Go ahead. 

Clothes get too wet or muddy and I didn't bring a change of clothes? 

That's okay, they can ride home in their underwear.

You won't be able to ride around in your underwear forever, right?
I guess they might as well do it while they can.

Mount Rushmore shirts courtesy of my mom and dad who just visited there last week.

Wyatt's says: World's Greatest Rock Group. 

Love it. 

The whole day it looked like the sky would open up and it would start pouring any minute.

 Fortunately, it waited until we were ready to leave. 

On our way home I decided we would stop at a thrift store real quick. 

Guess what I found? An old-school Fisher Price school bus and a box of Shrinky Dinks!

Shrinky Dinks. Remember those? 

So we went home, made some popcorn and made our Shrinky Dinks.

A good day was had by all.

 Imagine how much fun the kids are gonna have when we go to the real beach next
 week--and by beach I mean a beach at another lake out of town not like a real beach on the ocean that involves a vacations... sigh. Oh well.
Happy, happy middle-of-the-week to you!