Friday afternoon, upon returning from a day on the beach with Mommy and Nonna, Tony was told that he was going to have a Tony-Daddy day on the beach Saturday.
The plan was for Mommy to take Tony down Saturday morning while Daddy worked, then for Tony to nap, and then for Daddy to take Tony to the beach in the afternoon.
Tony was so excited for his time on the beach with Daddy that even though he went in for a nap, he never fell asleep. After about one hour of quiet babble, he started calling for Daddy to come get him and take him to the beach.
We threw on our bathing suits, put on sunscreen, grabbed the beach cart and headed for the sand. Upon arrival, Tony quickly ripped off his sandals, put on his hat and sunglasses and began emptying the cart of all his beach toys.
We brought down his brand new boogie board, featuring a turtle, and gave that a try. At first, Tony wanted to put the strap on his wrist, then he didn’t, then he did again. Oh the decisions a two-year-old has to make. We finally gave up with the strap and decided he would just hold onto the board as I pulled him in shallow water.
That lasted all of two seconds when a ‘wave’ hit the board and him around the knees. He wanted nothing to do with his new boogie board for the rest of the day.
With the boogie board out of the picture, Tony decided it was time to go into the ‘deeps’ with Daddy. He promised me we would have fun, jumping the waves, so we ventured out into the ocean.
The walk from the chair to the water was an interesting one. Tony was none too thrilled that Daddy took his shirt off to into the water. He kept saying, “Daddy’s naked! Daddy’s naked!”
At this point, I was waist-deep in the water and if anyone heard him, my bathing suit was covered by the water and it would have been an interesting situation.
After he finally got past the issue of the missing shirt, we enjoyed our time in the water jumping waves.
Once we came out of the ocean, Tony decided to dig a hole with Daddy and Uncle Pratt. Things were going well until Uncle Pratt broke Tony’s shovel. This really was no big deal for Tony, who used the handle as a flagpole the rest of the day. Uncle Pratt felt worse than Tony about the shovel, but there were no hard feelings.
Tony did see the need to walk up to a couple of our neighbors from the block while we were on the beach and tell them that Uncle Pratt broke his shovel. I guess even two-year-olds know how to play the guilt game these days.
We are waiting for Tony to wake up from his nap as I write this post so we can enjoy another day on the beach. Hopefully today’s adventure includes a little bit more boogie boarding because it was one of my favorite things to do as a kid at the shore.
