It's a Dog's life

So we went down to Del Mar last weekend and spent the afternoon at dog beach. There were probably about a hundred dogs there and Oliver was sure to sniff and play with every one of them. Milton amused about a third of them by letting them sniff him and then going after a few stray Frisbees. I was actually amazed at how well the dogs listened. Every time we called them, they would come galloping back. Let me tell ya, a 70 pound Goldendoodle running toward you, full tilt and soaking wet, is enough to make you hold your breath and dig your toes into the escaping sand praying that he stops before he hits you.

Reagan started and ended the day with the word "doggie" in her infamous high pitched squeal. That pointer finger of hers had to have gotten tired two hours into it. It was a little chilly in the water for her so she stayed up on the beach wrapped in a towel hanging out with Daddy. I think she prefers the hose at home, which she can control, over the ebb and flow of an ocean tide.

The great thing about this beach was that it was at least 200 yards before the water even came up to Caitlyn's shins. So Logan and Caitlyn thought they were pretty cool going so far out into the ocean. Even Oliver joined them for the occasional romp in the waves.

Bar none the best was Mr. "My Skin My Skin" in his "beach" attire. If only I had taken a picture of that! Let me do my best to describe it, though it will not do it nearly enough justice. Let's start at the bottom and work our way up. As we all ran across the hot sand in our flip flops, Nathan casually strolled the beach in his brown Timberland shoes and white tube socks. The socks however were unrecognizable under the dark denim of his blue jeans. When I was lathering up the kids with sunscreen, he just put his hand in his pockets knowing that his long sleeved, collared, blue plaid shirt would keep him from the sun's harmful rays. And while the kids were squinting to see where to play next, Nathan could nonchalantly point in a direction from under the brim of his Havana Jack hat complete with green trim. Oh what would we do without Nathan?

He always tells me to go ahead and mock him, but when we are 70 he will still look 30. The mocking certainly ended as he rubbed neosporin on my back that was as red as a hot coal in the BBQ. Perhaps in my haste to make fun of him I should have actually applied the sunscreen to myself in the same diligent manner I applied it to all three kids. Live and learn!!