My very best and favorite Katrina and her Ian were in town for a long weekend (she was bringing him here to convince him to move here). Boy did they pick the right weekend to come.
Monday morning we packed up the Max into their rental (four adults, not including Rob who had to stay home with the electrician, and a very large carseat don’t fit so comfortably in the old Prius) and headed for the coast. Max slept most of the way there, which was nice. We ended up at Oswald West after searching for Short Sands for a while. None of us had ever been there. In fact, this was Ian’s first time being further west than Texas.
There’s a trail to take to get to the beach that’s lush and full of the most perfect Pacific Northwest wooded beauty, with a creek running through. The trail opens up to the white sanded beach, with the creek running into the ocean and a rocky cliff to the left. The sky was blue and the air was warm. Perfection.
I plopped Max down in the sand and he was in little boy heaven.Oh, how he loved the sand! Last time we were at the coast he was 5 or 6 months old, and not too keen on the idea of sand and sea. This time, I learned that my boy loves the beach.That is until sand gets in places where sand doesn’t belong. One minute Max was digging his fat little fingers in the sand and babbling along happily, and the next…well he was screaming.
I decided to take him back to the car to change his clothes and wipe the sand off, and man I just couldn’t get there fast enough. We stopped at the public restroom on the way back to the car and I attempted to wipe him down with the rough paper towels and cold water (seriously, there was only a cold water faucet). As you can imagine that didn’t go very well, so it was back to the car and fast. Luckily I had Joy put an apple juice box in her purse to take down there and that occupied him.Once we were at the car I started wiping him down with wipes and quickly realized that that wasn’t going to work. I stripped him down and Katrina gave him a bottled water in the parking lot bath. It was at this moment that I was mentally kicking myself for not bringing a towel. WHO DOESN’T BRING A TOWEL TO THE CAOST? Me, that’s who. I dried him off with my sweater. Ugh. I felt so bad. He was fine once he was in a clean diaper and clean clothes.
After that little adventure we made our way to Cannon where we grabbed some lunch and showed Ian the great little town that is Cannon.We had pizza for lunch, which Max loooves. He’s a boy after my own heart. I swear I could eat pizza every single day for the rest of my life and be perfectly fine with it. Anyhoo, while Max was sitting on my lap enjoying pizza, Joy noticed something on my pants. I looked down. I checked Max’s butt. We had a problem. It’s a good thing I packed two extra outfits.
After Max’s second costume change we made our way down to the beach. I refused to put Max in the sand this time because I had no more clean clothes for him. We didn’t spend a lot of time there because Max was getting fussy, but it was definitely worth the quick trip down.Bringing Ian to the coast was definitely the right Idea. He was stunned. I think it swayed him a lot more in the direction of moving here. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live here?