This posting is courtesy of Jonah, age 10 months.
Well, mom says I get to do a guest post on her blog. I went on my first beach trip a few weeks ago. We left on Saturday, July 17 and returned July 22. We stayed in a house a block from the ocean! Mom was really excited to take a break from work. Daddy didn't go with us because he had lots of yards to mow, summer school to finish teaching, and football. I missed him alot.
I wore my blue whale swim trunks and yellow surf shirt the first time on the beach. It was really bright. I had to squint my eyes alot, because mommy didn't bring my sunglasses that first day. Sha-Sha did get me a white floppy hat, which helped. They sat me down right in that sand. I was so tired. Do they not understand I have a schedule to keep? Mommy took me outside RIGHT AT NAPTIME. What in the world? I was so tired, and she tried to get me to sleep under the umbrella. I tried. I really did. But, there is this thing called sand that was way more interesting. I grabbed a handful and put it in my mouth. I really don't understand why they didn't let me keep doing that? It sure did taste good, and it felt good on my gums.
I got in the ocean the first day, too, with mommy. The ocean was really scary to me that first time. The waves were really big and something called a "current" was really bad that day. Mommy almost got knocked over while holding me. I really don't know why she was so determined to get me in that dangerous water.
The next day we walked down to the pier to set up camp. We sat under the pier for a long time. I sat with my Auntie Flora, Auntie Bobbie, Pops and Sha-Sha. I watched Mommy but she didn't realize it. She was busy reading by the ocean. I stared at her for a long time until she realized she better trudge back up from that rough ocean and walk me back to the house. Pops held me all the way back to the house, and I fell asleep. It was kinda a long way back. Mommy said it always works like that when you are tired and ready to get in the a/c.
I got to pose for some pictures. Every time I see that black box that flashes, I smile really big. For some reason, they really like it when I do that. I just figure, if it makes them happy, fine! I will smile really big and clap my hands every once in awhile. They don't realize I am laughing at them, not with them.
I slept every night with my Sha-Sha and Pops. A few nights I woke up in the middle of the night. I was kinda confused about where I was. Mommy, Sha-Sha and Pops helped me to get back to bed. I also spent alot of time with Pops watching Fox News. That show kept saying something about a "tea party"??? I don't get it, because I never saw any tea....
I went out to eat with everyone towards the end of the week. I got to sit at the foot of the table and eat banana bread. Who do they think they are kidding? I know they were eating shrimp and weren't about to share...
I really liked the sand and ocean. I think it is more fun in the late afternoon when the sun is not so bright. It kinda hurt my eyes, and I don't like to wear my sunglasses for more than a few seconds. Sunglasses are just not as cool as the floppy hat. I liked to dig in the sand with my tools that Sha-Sha found. She said my mommy used some of them when she was little. I also liked my little chair. I sat in it under the pier for a long time. I actually fell out of it, straight into the sand. I was trying to reach my bucket, and mommy wasn't paying attention. It just scared me, and I wasn't really hurt. I think mommy learned her lesson about not playing with that black box with the flash if I am sitting by myself with something just out of reach. I will get it regardless.
I missed daddy the whole time. He was afraid I would forget him, but I never could do that! We are so much alike. When I got home, I just stared and stared at him. I couldn't believe he was really there!
I can't wait to go back again. When I am older, I want to build a big sandcastle with mommy and daddy. I also may want to bury myself in the sand so that only my head sticks out. Mommy used to do that. I may even go deeper in the water, but Mommy said I'd have to let Daddy take me not her. She is scared of something called sharks? I told her not to worry, because Jonah in the Bible was swallowed by a big fish, and then the big fish spit him out!
Since I am new to this blog, I wasn't sure how to do all the pictures. I will leave you with some of my favorites.