We cooled off at the beach during last weekend’s heat wave. I kept Belle indoors until the heat of the day had passed, and then suited her up in a bikini and plenty of sunscreen for the beach. While Belle enjoyed rolling in the sand, she probably loved our beach picnics more (apples, bananas, oranges, graham crackers shaped like giant goldfish and pineapple juice with rice milk over ice).
I had planned on spending Monday afternoon at the park, but ended up back at the beach when Belle’s training pants leaked. I put her in a pair of disposable swimming pants I found in my bag and pushed her kicking and screaming away from the playground and back to the sand. Belle instantly made a new girlfriend among the children playing nearby and had a lovely time chasing birds.
The little girl Belle met on the beach really liked us. She threw her arms around my thighs, lifted up my skirt and hid there for several seconds until her heavily pregnant mother pulled her away. Later she grabbed my hand so we could join her and her playmates and their mothers in the water. Belle seemed fascinated by this girl and her young friends, all rapidly approaching pre-school. I invited their mothers to join the mom’s group I am in.