Beach fun

So this morning we were out playing in ths sand.  Munchkin Girl is having a blast with her uncles, jumping in an out of the waves, collecting shells, and building sandcastles. 



Suddenly she stops and looks at me.  "Mommiiiiiiiie, I have to pottiiiiiiiiiiiiiie," she says. 

Hmm...I have a dilemna on my hands.    She and I are both covered with sand.  Almost head to toe.  I should take her back to our place.  I know that's what I really should do.  I'm sure that's what most good Moms would do.  But if we do that, we'll get our place covered with sand.  Or we could go wash ourselves off completely, but that would take forever with Munchkin Girl because the outside shower is far away.  I look back at our place.  And then I start heading for the ocean.

"Where are we going Mommy?" 

"Guess what honey?  You get to potty in the ocean," I say. 

Now, I know this is probably wrong.  I shouldn't let her do it.  But I remember doing it as a kid and what can it really hurt?  I take her out as far as I can and tell her to squat down and go ahead.  She looks pretty nervous but starts to squat.  The problem is that she doesn't squat very far.  In fact, she barely bends her legs and to my surprise, she has nor problema at all with this plan and just starts going.  And going.  The waves suddenly go out at this point so she has no cover at all and she also decides to bend over and watch her potty stream.  My family is laughing hysterically at the site of her bending over and peeing and watching it and I don't have the heart to make her stop and take her deeper in the water.  For anyone walking by, there is no doubt what she is doing. She watches her stream the entire time.   

She finally gets finished, looks up and says, "Okay Mom, let's go finish the sand castle.  That was fun!"

They did finish the sandcastle and I have to say, it was quite a masterpiece!

Airplane and Traveling

Well we're off!  It's really against all my Mommy instincts to wake up Munchkin Girl at 5:30am and pull her out of bed, but that's exactly what I did.  And she was thrilled!  All went well until the plane took off.  She was cuddling her baby when the head suddenly fell off.  She started SCREAMING!  I don't blame her.  I imagine it's scary when your treasured dollie is decaptitated.  The problem was that it rolled to the lady behind us and she wasn't too keen on getting it for her, especially since there was turbulence and she had to reach down and feel around and try to find the doll head.  In the meantime, Munchkin Girl couldn't stop crying and wouldn't listen to reason at all.  I tried to assure her that it was fine, but she was seriously terrified.

The lady finally sucked it up and bent over and found the doll and that crisis was over.  Changing planes went fine and thank goodness for portable DVD players!  The travel after that was great with Munchkin Girl, but my parents are with us since we're visiting my brother and they sometimes they remind me a lot of the Seinfelds.  Our bags were coming off at baggage claim and my Mom pulled her bag down.  The handle wouldn't come up and she started panicking.  And I mean panicking.

"My bag is broken.  It's broken!  It won't work."  She was yanking it with all her strength, over and over again and sure enough, nothing was happening.  I'm not sure why it was a reason to panic, but she's my Mom.  I help her, that's what I do.  I quickly realized that the levers were both down so the handle was simply locked in place.  She doesn't travel much, but still.  Mrs. Seinfeld needs to calm down.

We did get to see the beach after we arrived and Munchkin Girl loved every second. 



She collected shells, ran out into the surf and giggled, and even buried her legs in the sand.  We found a bunch of shells in one place.

"Jackpot!" I said.

Munchkin Girl laughed and kept collecing an entire bucket-full of shells.  Later, my Dad came over and said, "Watcha got there?  What are you collecting?"

"We're looking for Jackpots Papa!  Here's a Jackpot for you!"  she replied and handed him a seashell.



Then, when I was putting her to bed and we were gathering up all her stuff, she said, "Mommy, let's not take Lucy to bed.  Her head might fall off."
Smart kid.  It's going to be a fun weekend.