My sister suggested bringing the kids to a quiet little beach I had never heard of. It was a short walk from the parking lot to the sand. There was a lifeguard on duty. The sea was calm, and there was no undertow or indeed any current to speak of. Overcast skies, but I was still vigilant about sunscreen. The weather was not overly hot or humid, and of course we had that glorious shore breeze. There were maybe 20 families there with little kids there, and spread out enough that we weren't assaulted by other kids' sand fights and running.
I had bought a small tent years ago when Clownfish was a baby and I was glad that my super-organized husband had hung it in the garage where I was able to find it for Angelfish. The tent protected her from the sand and the sun and gave her a place to take two naps relatively undisturbed. Angelfish fights sleep in the cutest way. She settles in on her tummy and sucks her thumb for thirty seconds, then pops it out and cries, then pops it in and sucks, rinse repeat between three and seven times... until the thumb finally remains in place and she drifts off to sleep.
Admission wasn't cheap -- $20 for a weekday pass -- but giving my son a day to run around with his cousins, to swim and pretend to be a shark, to build castles with moats, to collect rocks because "Papa would want them," all without having to worry about being the "big brother" for a few hours?
Priceless.
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