the day it rained and sean called me bossy {day 5}

it rained.

on and off, hard, then less hard.

enough to where the kids wanted to live in the hot tub.

so natalie and i threw on our running shoes, and ran to the pier and back. 

actually we RAN to the pier, and then we walked back:)

the rain felt so good, and the salty ocean air in my lungs, there's just nothing better.

when we got back we slipped into our suits and sat in the rain on the beach until it stopped.

then we used up the very last of all our sunscreen reserves,

soaked up the graces of the afternoon sun one last time,

dove into the ocean one last time,

went in the hot tub one last time,

and showered off all the sand one last time.

except really, it took two weeks for me to get the last bit of sand out of my left ear,

and another week to sweep the last of it out of my laundry room.

boogy boarding and beach living souvenirs.

oh yeah:)

i think it's finally all gone.

after we put the kids to bed,

while i sorted the clean clothes from the dirty 

{tell me, why did i bring anything other than swimsuits and pj's???},

the boys went on a dirty dr depper run.

they gathered everything from the pinterest picture i texted them.

good times:)

then all 10 adults of us drank our dirties 

and talked about everything we loved about our 5 days at the beach.

things we wanted to do different next time,

things we wanted to keep the same,

and then we sang coom-biya, but not around the camp fire,

because we like to sing our favorite 80's songs around that.

with reese's smores.

i forgot to tell you we did that the second night on the beach,

with all the kids and babies.

we did.

it was pretty great.

smores and sand.

nothing more crunchy than that!

so there it is folks,

oceanside 2k14.

we came,

we saw,

we paddle surfed,

we wiped out,

we diritied our dr peppers,

we sunsetted,

and we sat on the patio every night with the loudest ocean waves,

the fullest of moons,

and the most humid salty ocean air.

i never used a hair dryer once,

and when i curled my hair for family pictures, it fell out in half an hour.

made me feel right at home,

and also reminded me why i never used to do my hair.

every day i went in the ocean,

and every day it felt amazing.

the thing i miss the most about the beach is diving into the crisp water 

when you're just a "titch" too hot up on the sandy beach.

i miss boogie boarding with brennan,

and shell searching with max.

i miss running from the waves with chase,

and kissing sean out on the break WITH tongue;)

you know, after he found me THE PERFECT shell for my necklace, 

which i still have not made yet. i can't wait to do this!

this was after the morning where i was mad at him for telling me i was bossy.

i love that man,

and i love that he "gets" me.

even when things aren't perfect.

especially on vacation when things aren't perfect.

i love the beach.

i love watching my babies and my lover on his paddle board on the beach.

until we meet again beach...

{when we opened the door in vegas,

all of chase's shame fell out onto the ground.

when i went to take a picture of it all, he started throwing more stuff out.

he was so proud of his mischief. red heads.}

we stopped about 10 times on the way home.

we stopped once on the way there.

it's like little bodies save up their pee for the car ride home,

and want you to stop every 30 minutes, JUST to see if you will.

even with all of those stops and constant diaper changes,

chase still peed through his diapers at every stop.

strip poker.

that's what we called it.

i blame the 6 oz Hi-C orange burst.

the end.

until we meet again!