Surfside Beach Day

Every spring break we make a family trip to the rodeo, complete with the whole cowboy get-up. And every spring break I take the boys out for a day trip to the beach. Last week, the big boys informed me that they no longer want to wear cowboy gear to the rodeo. Well, one of the big boys did. The other one tried his hardest to spare my feelings and said he was cool with boots. He wasn’t. I heard him whisper it 5 minutes later. Today, I heard them whispering about wanting to go to Target more than they wanted to go to the beach. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that watching your kids mature is incredibly neat sometimes and incredibly sad at others. I held them hostage on the beach for about 3 hours today. I made them fly kites and dig in the sand and jump over rocks. And I have photographic proof that they liked it way more than Target.