As soon as the summer sun hits New England, the car is loaded with buckets, shovels, and dump trucks galore and we’re off to beach. There’s nothing quite like the first steps onto warm sand after an especially long winter; I will never tire of it.
On Sunday I knocked on the bathroom door while Riz was showering and announced I was submitting a motion to declare a”No Naps Day”.
Man, he didn’t miss a beat. Fair enough. The kids all still very much need to nap. On days that Arman misses his he’s barely human come 5 o’clock. But the blue skies and sand were calling, and so, because I’m the boss, we were off to the beach.
The little guy prefers the sand
This one couldn’t get enough of the ocean even swallowing a decent bit of salt-water.
A perfect little Sunday. It’s good to be boss 🙂