We just got back from our first actual summer trip to the beach (i.e. we've been before but I hadn't gone in and by now the water is delightfully warm).
We had a great day. Itai conquered his fear of jumping the waves, and as usual Maya was Little Miss Fish (scarily so, she'd try to go to Cyprus on her own if I'd just agree to let go of her arm). We also dug a hole which reached nearly to China (with a bit of help from Daddy) which kept everyone busy for a good hour at least!
After another swim the kids also flew Itai's new kite which went beautifully until Maya accidentally let go. She burst into tears and felt absolutely awful about it, quickly followed by the tears of an enraged Itai. Thankfully it snagged on some grass on it's way to the parking lot and Jay was able to get it back before we had WWIII, so all's well that ends well. They've since kissed and made up. (Well Maya apologized over and over and gave him a hug and a kiss right when it happened, it took Itai quite a bit longer to forgive her, helped in no small part by the fact that the kite didn't actually get lost.)
We're home now (duh, even I wouldn't go so far as to bring a laptop to the beach). As soon as Maya's done in the bath I'm going to hit the shower, and the boys are busy cutting basil and getting ready to grill hamburgers for dinner. Yum.
(Oh, and it's a good thing that I'm not breastfeeding anyone right now, because after consoling a sand-caked Maya after the kite incident I am covered from head to toe in sand. Even my boobs are covered with sand!)