I headed home the next day to find my kids and their cousin deeply entrenched in frousin hyjinx. I was so excited to see them all together, and looked forward to joining the fun. It took me a little while to figure out that I was the parent in Peanuts, all: "wha WHAH wah wah WAH wah" in their ears, a pesky intruder who'd forgotten her place. My place was to produce food
and take them to places
We spent a glorious Sunday down at Mission Beach, where the kids spent hours traversing high ropes and scampering up coconut trees and blasting through laser mazes and arcade games. I had prepped some kibbe that morning and packed a lunch, thinking we'd have lunch down there and then enjoy a big, late dinner at home. Everything was going according to plan and I produced lunch on demand. While they enjoyed their sandwiches, I happened to notice that it was 5pm. I though: "huh," and floated the idea that we could always save the kibbe for Monday and stay down at the beach. I wasn't sure what Noah actually wanted, he was being really polite and monosyllabic, and I wasn't sure if he was saying what he thought I wanted to hear or really telling me what he preferred. But when I mentioned that if we stayed, we could enjoy sunset at the beach, no amount of teen indifference could disguise his delight at that idea. So it was settled!
As I told my family in an email that night:
Noah was psyched to see the sunset, and of course my spoiled beach children were ambivalent and kept going for one more activity with their wristbands. I was keeping an eye on the time, and when sunset was 5 minutes away, I told the kids to run for the beach. Have you ever seen Noah run at full speed? Oh, what a sight. There are more angles on that kid than one can imagine is possible, and they were all flying in every direction. Head down, arms pumping... awesomeness.
|It was one of those sunsets... in a word? Perfect.
|I just couldn't get enough of those three and their interactions together. And their height differentials.
|At one point, they RAN up the beach to tell or ask me something ridiculous. I hollered:"what are you doing? The sun is setting! Get back down there!"
|So they RAN back down to the ocean. With all of their angles.
|Just in time