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I’m a blogathon virgin, but there are several veterans who’ll be on hand to entertain us with their mad superstar blogging skillz. 
Blogathon 2006.
We took a quick trip to the beach over last weekend. We were right down the coast, well, by a bunch of miles, from Sarah. Did you see us waving?
This was Andrew’s first trip to the beach. Actually, that’s not really true, because we were at the beach over Christmas, but I don’t think he really noticed that much all bundled up in the stroller.
We got to the beach on Saturday afternoon. After putting all of our stuff down, we were walking towards the water. Andrew was just puttering along, not really looking where he was going. After a moment, he looks up and sees the waves. He turns and looks at up at me and exclaims, “WATER!”
We took him in and he was not amused. We’ve been to the lake a couple of times this summer where there are no waves, so I don’t think he was expecting the water to come rushing up and it knocked him off balance. After that he would try to come down to whoever was standing in the waves, but then run back away from the water, when it started to come up on the beach. He’d get really mad if both J and I were in the water. (We were with friends, so he wasn’t alone on the beach.) His favorite thing to do was pick up wet sand and throw it — on the ground, on the sand toys, on me or on whoever else was close by.
Daniel, however, was crazy in love with the waves. Last summer when we were at the beach, he was so afraid of the water and hated/hated/hated it. But this summer, it was 180 degrees different. We had to watch him like a hawk because he’d run in on his own without us seeing him. His dad took him out into the bigger waves some, which scared the crap out of me, but he seemed to like it, all the while holding on very tightly, but still. He loved to just sit and the edge of the surf and let the waves come in over his legs. Every once in a while, a bigger one would come and knock him over, and he didn’t even care. He hated leaving.
I managed to take a few pics, not as many as I wanted, between worrying about getting sand in the camera and trying to make sure my kids weren’t being swept away. I’m trying to just resign myself to the fact that until they are a little older, I’m not going to get to take as many pictures as I’d like to. Will upload some in a bit.
All in all, a good trip. It was sooo nice to travel with friends because the kids played together and entertained each other, and we could take turns watching them. I highly recommend it.
This song was shared by good friends several years ago, and I still think of these lyrics. Had to do a bit of searching to find them, so I wanted to park them here. Maybe they will speak to someone else as they speak to me. And if not, that’s OK, too.
We Fall Down lyrics
Artist - Bob Carlisle
Album - Stories From The Heart
Lyrics - We Fall Down
Cursing every step of the way, he bore a heavy load
To the market ten miles away, the journey took its toll
And every day he passed a monastery’s high cathedral walls
And it made his life seem meaningless and small
And he wondered how it would be to live in such a place
To be warm, well fed and at peace; to shut the world away
So when he saw a priest who walked, for once, beyond the iron gate
He said, ‘Tell me of your life inside that place…’
And the priest replied…
We fall down, we get up
We fall down, we get up
We fall down, we get up
And the saints are just the sinners
Who fall down and get up
Disappointment followed him home; he’d hoped for so much more
But he saw himself in a light he had never seen before
Cause if the priest who fell could find the Grace of God to be enough
Then there must be some hope for the rest of us
There must be some hope left for us, ‘cause…
