It’s only completely crazy to bring three kids under five who can’t swim to the beach, with no floaties or life preservers of any kind, if you’re alone. If you bring along two great friends and their four kids, then it’s no longer completely nuts. It morphs into just the right amount of crazy. The this is my life kind of crazy.
I’m not gonna lie and say this was a relaxing day at the beach. If it wasn’t for my friends Katie and Katharine I would never have made it out of my car. Getting to the beach (even if it is only a couple miles from home) requires so much stuff–adding that to my everyday chaos plus the baby being too young to have sunscreen on…yeah, without my friends, we never would have reached the what a great day phase that I truly appreciate with a baby in tow. It takes a village to raise my kids, that’s for damn sure, and I definitely appreciate that.
I especially appreciate it when my beach umbrella that is sheltering the baby blows away and breaks and my friends watch my big kids while I improvise a solution, when they have better snacks than me, or when they hold down the fort while I drag all my crap to the van when the baby announces quite loudly and forcefully that she would like to go home now. Without good friends, I would have lost my mind about year one and a half into this Vermont experience, and moments like these would have gone either unnoticed or undone.
Three cheers for beach days with good friends! And for keeping it at just that awesome kind of crazy–making every day an adventure.