The boys were extremely happy to see us; they also had no qualms about showing us they were mad. It was definitely a love hate deal which was tough because V and I were just getting over a little fight we had the last day of the trip. We got over it pretty quick on the drive home from the airport, but our dreariness and agitated state didn’t help. Hungover like a 21st birthday morning, secreting all sorts of hops. It’s hard for me to let our boys see us like that. We tried our best to be good parents, but we had to check the back of our eyelids. This was a wasted day, but they understand us and know we’re the antithesis of perfect.
We bounced back with a furor on the 30th though. Memorial Day was filled with so many fun activities (See: Step Brothers). The boys knew it was coming too because they were wide eyed and bushy tailed in the morning. We did the usual routine in the morning and got ready for the beach. The beach is currently the unequivocal champion of the family. We are a family that love and always smile with our feet in the sand; at least until we have to leave, and then it’s cry-town USA. We packed up and headed to Oceanside beach, about seven minutes away. We always veer towards the pier. The pier is a long beautiful structure probably a quarter mile long. At the end of it is an old house turned Ruby’s Restaurant, with a feel of a ‘50s diner. It’s always packed during the spring and summer time, with people fishing off the side. Today Liam decided he just wanted to frolic in the water, so that’s what entailed. We paid for our tickets, with Liam’s money he’d tell you, and walked the 100 feet to the sand. L&D were just babbling words of excitement and words of nothing. We brought along our tools to make sandcastles, my boogy board that I impulse bought on one of my drunken days off of work, and my wonderful wife. It was around 1000 and of course it was overcast and fairly nipply. But that has never once stopped Liam from darting straight for the water. He’s a straight baller. He was born for the beach and outdoors. David, not so much yet. If I remember correctly Liam wasn’t much for the water at 18 months either though. David is shy at first and stays on shore to dig a tunnel to China. He might not be a fan of the water, but he absolutely loves the sand in-between his toes. He does the funniest things. He’ll run full blast and then just face plant on purpose, over and over again. Each time with an explicit, “Uh-oh.” Liam’s main idea of fun is throwing the wet sand back at the waves that are pushing it up shore. He’s brave as can be. I can … Read the rest