We’ve been going to the beach a few times a week lately – the bad weather and horrible rain got nothin’ on us and we’re determined to be there, even if we’re a bit freezing. Last week we saw a man wind surfing, so our tough-factor was bumped down a few notches after we watched him for a few minutes. But we’ve been balancing on logs and tossing rocks into the water, hard to imagine in a few months (more like 6 or 7) we’ll be sparing on sun screen and fighting crowds.
One of the highlights of the Edmonds beach area is that trains often come roaring around the corner and captivate our attention. The anticipation builds quickly as we hear the far-off whistle. Maggie is pretty dramatic about covering her ears and yelling “Loud” as it rumbles by. After we can no longer hear or see the locomotive, she promptly asks demands for another. It is one part adorable and one part bossy-pants.
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With a few hours of daylight left this weekend we pile into the car to find a good walk to do with both Maggie and Sydney. We ended up along the waterfront, an old standby that we never tire of, and watched the ferry come and go before ditching the backapack and Syd in the car (No dogs allowed, remember?) to frolic on the beach and wait for trains to come.
I now know why I was alway boiling hot when I was pregnant ~ it’s because Maggie NEVER gets cold. Ever. She is as warm blooded as they come and I’ll be the first to admit that I am ALWAYS cold. Always. At this point she doesn’t fight when we ask her to put coats and hats on, but know that day is coming. Whenever we go outside and the elements (read: freezing, snowing, pouring) are not uber enjoyable, she outlasts us, every single time.
Walking up and down the beach, throwing rocks and digging in the sand can now be moved to almost the top of Maggie’s Favorite Things list, the girl loves the beach and everything about it. I love that about her. I have visions of our sumer adventures already forming in my head….Jetty Island here we come!!
Before I get too far ahead of myself, fantasizing about tank tops and popsicles, I have no doubt that we’ll squeeze in plenty more impromptu trips to the beach just minutes away from our house. No need to pack the beach bag quite yet, a winter coat will do just fine.
