I love the beach, but I'm not very fond of actually going to the beach. I prefer the pool to the beach for many reasons; no sand, no sharks, and it is an elevator ride away. However, the sand + salt does do amazing things for my piggies.
We recently took Isla to the beach, and I'm not ashamed to say this, but it was her first time at the beach. I know, I know. The Atlantic is less than a mile away and we are just now taking our almost 2 year old to the see the sand + water. Before you judge too harshly, let me tell you that she probably would not have survived had we taken her at an earlier age due to our poor parenting...
This is not the first day we almost killed the baby, and I'm sure it won't be the last, but it was definitely the most public display of near manslaughter we have endured!
All is fine + well...
until a wave break washes over her and has her completely submerged in salt + sand!
You are seeing water, because my back is to the water and a huge wave just washed over me and is on its way to knocking over my sweet babe! I don't know how the camera survived, but am quite happy it did. There was a collective gasp from all of the beach bums around us. My primal scream might have drawn a wee bit of that attention...
This neglect and near drowning might have been excused the first time...but yes, it happened a second time! We almost let a second wave wash away our Islaboo...world's best parents here!
Me: "Cough it up, baby...get it all out...please don't "dry drown" later in your crib...OMG, is she going to dry drown?! We have to get out of here before someone calls DCFS..."
However, I did manage to get a couple snaps of sweet daddy + daughter moments before we fled the scene.
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