an evening at the beach

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finally an evening without any rain…i would not go so far as to call it clear skies…but at least the grey clouds were not threatening to burst into showers anytime soon. So, we decided to hit the beach…off again to chowpatty!

We went well equipped…digging material – spades, shovels, bucket rake and we also took a sheet for the baby. The baby of course had very little intention of staying on the sheet…but it was used by me and my mum at least. The twins started out by digging and destroying (i thought of Calvin and Hobbes as i watched Sid gleefully destroy ‘mountains’ and ‘houses’ and ‘cakes’). 

Then Nish pulled out all his dinky cars that he had stashed away inside the beach toys bag and spent nearly the next half hour parking them in the san, around little mounds, in holes and in his crocs. 

In the meanwhile, Sid was running around the beach in a near drunken fashion, his hair flying wildly in the breeze. We played tag (the two of us) and i was pretty tired out too!

He found different types of rocks and scrutinized them. It was funny to watch his face as he lifted up a largish porous rock…he was expecting it to be much heavier! 

Then the boys turned the beach into their kitchen and made all kinds of baked goodies for us. With loud realistic mixer sounds and warnings of ‘this is very hot’, they churned out cakes, cupcakes, biscuits and breads. They picked up sand in little scoops and called it “maida” (flour). 

I drew a hopscotch pattern in the sand and tried to show them what to do, but they ignored all that and then pretended that the hopscotch board was a house. 

it was fun to watch. Then the boys chased crows on the beach running heltter skeltor behind the birds.

Then they found sticks and drew in the mud. 

It was just lovely to see how much children need and appreciate the outdoor!

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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