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July 21, 2010

Suburned and smiling.

Filed under: Uncategorized — cjdaily @ 9:38 pm

I keep referring to this past weekend as “vacation.”  It wasn’t a vacation, simply a weekend, but as Jesse is almost invariably working on Saturdays, I only wind up seeing him on Friday nights, Saturday mornings, late Saturday evenings, and Sundays until about 7pm, when I must drive home.  It blows.  But this past Saturday he actually took off from work, and we went to the beach, me, him, and Annabelle.  It was heavenly.

Belle has a new movie, this awful Barbie surfer/mermaid thing, that she is obsessed with.  Combine that with the fact that she has been intrigued by Jesse’s surfboards since last year, and I’m sure you can guess what she wanted to do once we got to the beach.  Oh yes, the 2-year-old had her first surf lesson. 

Not that she can swim, of course.  She had a life-jacket on, and her arms are too short to paddle anyway, but Jesse walked her out to the shallows, and then held her hands as she steadied herself on the board.  She was so excited, so pleased with herself, you’d think she’d cured cancer or something. 

“I surfing!”  she shouted, as she stood on the board while it lay on the sand.

Not yet you’re not, we told her.

“I surfing!” she yelled out as Jesse stood her on the board in the water.

Yes, very nice, we applauded her.

“Hey everyone, I SURFING!” she shrieked above the roar of the waves.  Very self-congratulatory, that child.  You’d think she invented the sport herself.  But it was adorable to see her balancing there, looking so very serious and pleased at the same time. 

All in all, it was a wonderful day.  Regardless of multiple applications of sunscreen, I still managed to burn random spots of my body.  It’s probably due to the fact that I was using the spray kind that’s so popular right now, and the wind was blowing it all away from my body the second I tried to apply it.  Next time I will just suck it up and lather myself in the lotion kind I hate so much.  I feel like I’m greasing up a chicken for the spit, or some other unflattering type of cooking procedure. 

Jesse and I took Belle to Fantasy Island, which I adore, although I’d never admit to him that I’m not going “just for Belle’s sake.”  I mean, it’s full of rides and games, ok, yes, mostly kiddie ones, but still!  It’s fun!  The flashing lights and music, and smelling popcorn and funnel-cake, how can you not be happy in a place like that?  Although I think my secret is out, being as how he knows how my eyes glaze over with mad addiction at the sight of a crane-game.  You know, the ones where you put in 50 cents (ok, or a dollar) and then you get 2 moves, one back and one sideways, and the little arm descends and if you’re lucky it grabs something and drops it into the slot for you.  Last year I think I spent 50 dollars in quarters to get this big Elmo for Annabelle and I was wayyyy more into it than she was, although she was grateful to get it when I was finally victorious.  I think my victory dance might have clued Jesse into my enthusiasm.  And that fact that I was trash-talking the crane machine in my jubilation.

“Yeah, yeah!  What now, crane game?  I just stole your big Elmo!  How’d you like that?!”

Come to think of it, Jesse looked like he was trying awfully hard to melt away into the crowd–not an easy thing to do when wielding a big stroller.  And this year they had one machine with World Cup tee-shirts in it and I practically fogged up the glass salivating over it.  I tried twice to get one, but they were too heavy for the crane–an old trick.  You’d need to get one on its side, so the crane could catch on something.  I spent two dollars trying and then Jesse pried me off of it.  Humph.

But we did all sorts of fun stuff besides feed our money to the games.  We went on rides with Belle, and took her to a candy store, where her eyes almost fell out of her head, trying to take it all in.  We let her eat ice-cream, and funnel cake, and when I wasn’t looking she took a sneaky sip of my iced coffee, which (fortunately) she announced she did not like.  By the time we left it was after 10:30, and by the time we got her home and out of her car seat she slept through being changed and put to bed, which was so alarming that I checked her pulse.  She barely sleeps through the night, let alone being shuffled around and manhandled, so I guess the sun, sand, surfing, and sweets were the ultimate sleep cocktail. 

After Jesse and I tucked her in we settled down with a contented sigh and a glass of reisling.  And I remember, I looked at him and thought, I’ve had a lot of fun in my life but if I died, and had one day to live over again, it would be today.

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6 Comments »

  1. Love it. And speaking as a Carney, those crane games are diabolical. They should really utilize them more in serious situations. “Ya want health care? Well okay…grab for it with this crane!” I think the cost would even out in the end, but at least people would feel as if they’d earned it. Nice post!

    Comment by Sean Carney — July 21, 2010 @ 11:10 pm | Reply

    • Hah! Health-care crane games! Somebody GET ON THAT! I’d rock at it! Genius.

      Comment by cjdaily — July 25, 2010 @ 10:00 pm | Reply

  2. I LOVED reading this as I had seen the pics and could picture Belle “surfing” lol! Miss you guys ❤

    Comment by Lori — July 22, 2010 @ 8:26 am | Reply

    • I tried to put the photos in the blog and failed. I’ll figure it out someday… glad u saw it on FB!

      Comment by cjdaily — July 25, 2010 @ 10:01 pm | Reply

  3. Awww, CJ, you made a hormonal pregnant chick cry, lol, it’s beautiful!! Love your writing and love that you have found someone who makes you so happy! You deserve it! 🙂

    Comment by Ange — July 22, 2010 @ 10:23 am | Reply

    • Aww, i love making pregnant women cry, not that it’s that hard! I used to cry at commercials all the time when i was preggo! Thanks for the love, I’m glad u like my writing!

      Comment by cjdaily — July 25, 2010 @ 10:02 pm | Reply


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