Oh, don’t I wish…

Carlsbad, CA

Carlsbad, CA

I’m packing frantically for our beach trip this weekend. I always seem to have blog posts scheduled just prior to vacation days. Not sure what that means!

But, it got me thinking – while hauling out the beach blanket quilt that my grandmother gave to me years ago. We always called it the snowball quilt – it’s bright green, covered with huge white polka dots, and looks like a bizarre twister game is set to commence! The kids are growing up enough to know that when the blanket comes out, a trip to the beach is upon us. Frenzy. Chaos. Screaming little girls running around, throwing bathing suits in a bag.

“Can we bring the sand toys?”

“Will daddy make the biggest sand castle ever this time?”

“Do we get to hunt for sea shells?”

“Will the grunion be running this year?” (okay, the last one was my hubby – the kids and I don’t take too well to night time beach walks around skittering fish burrowing in sand, spawning all over the soil. That’s more boy territory.)

So, when did these two little munchkins go and grow up on me?

And, with that thought in mind – I let them help decide what to bring. They piled who knows what in their bags (I did a little bit of checking and stuffed in some sweats, dresses, and jeans, but who cares if they match as long as they have enough bathing suits, shorts, t-shirts, and panties to wear!)

We’re beach bound, baby. And I’m about to pack my beach bag with some of my favorite books. Perhaps one or two of yours…

I’ve got:

To name a few… Please name some of your own favorite beach reads for this summer! :)   Whoops! almost forgot my sunscreen!

~Ashley