I haven't blogged in almost 6 weeks. I have good reason, I promise. In the last 4 weeks: Chris and I went "away" for 36 hours, he turned 30, we packed our entire house, moved, unpacked our entire house, Sam turned 4, and we've begun settling in to the new place. We are tired, emotionally and physically. We are stressed from the move, from work, from the kids (who are stressed from us being stressed - its a nasty cycle).
Which is why it was so fortunate the the little getaway we scheduled a long time ago snuck up on us this weekend. 3 days and 3 nights at a beach-front house on Galveston. Not only was it a perfectly-timed mini vaca, it was also the first time that all four of us had gone away together.
No unpacking, no work email, no laundry, no door knobs to change out. Yes to playing and staying up late, no need to say "Mommy's Busy" or "Daddy's working on something!" The kids needed the break as much as we did - Sam's behavior was better than it has been in a month.
Sam was so excited to be there, when we got there he ran around the house getting the lay of the land. "And if we grow another baby, she can sleep here! He or she." Woa there buddy...
The weather wasn't the greatest, but we still had plenty of beach fun. Despite the chilly temps, Sam ran in and out of the waves, throwing his whole body into them, practicing the "Peggy Board" (boogie board). He dug holes and built castles. When he asked to go home because he was cold, I taught him the art of laying in the sun to warm yourself. He was there with one of us 2 or 3 times every day.
Annabelle made it down at least once a day. Friday was WINDY and a bit chilly (for the beach) but she was fascinated with the water and wanted to explore. Between the wind and the pull of the water, she just couldn't stay up right. She became frustrated enough to resort to crawling. And then a wave crashed into her and rolled her over. She was done. I took my shivering baby girl back to the house. I thought a warm bath would cure her, but it took her the better part of an hour to stop shaking. Poor Girl.
Fortunately it does not look like we have permanently scarred the child. She was back at it the next day, digging with her shovel. She was brave enough to touch her toes to the water, but turned and tottled back up the beach as fast as her little legs could carry her as soon as the break of a wave made its way towards her. Sad, but cute. I think she'll be find in Hilton Head, where the weather should be 15-20 degrees warmer!
We are recharged. Hopefully enough that I can blog about everything that's happened recently!
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