We took them to the beach yesterday. The beach was the one place where I thought, oh this will be easy. I've spent my life from a beach chair watching other people's children and kids just seem to "get" going to the beach. How many countless kids have I watched run from the surf as it approaches in full on laugh only to chase the receding water again. Peace of cake.
Then it turns out the 3 year old is afraid of the ocean and the 2 year old runs at the water like he's a surfer about to dive in and paddle out into the waves. He doesn't get that the wave will knock him down and possibly drown him. So one of us stays on shore to play with the sand and the other one keeps the 2 year old from diving into the Atlantic Ocean.
Suddenly my fantasy of watching my children from a beach chair is kind of bullshit. The tide is coming in and the 3 year old is freaking out, he will only stand behind our line of chairs. I can get him to sit between my chair and his tiny chair to play with the sand. We make 3000 molds of dolphins and I catch a glimpse of Brian pulling the little one from a wave about to take him out.
Yeah, this is going to be different but it's still going to be great.