Gold Coast Beach

Chester woke me up at 7ish and by 9am, I woke Scarlett and Allan up. We have to prepare to go to the beach early today. A plan we made yesterday. We had Joey and Ken over for dinner last night and we hung out till 12ish. After my shower, think I slept at 1ish. I was actually quite sleepy. 

Then I remembered a conversation last night whereby Allan said, some days, he'd wake up not even realizing that he has a son. WOW. Lucky guy. I looked at him, then looked at Joey and Ken and said, "That will never happen to me. My son wakes me up every morning. My morning gets started by him and his sister on school days. It is impossible for me not to realize I have them."

On second thought. It did happen. Whenever I am on trips with Allan without the kids. Yeah. I almost forgot I had them.

Scarlett rubbing sand on Chester

We managed to leave our home at 10.30am and arrived at the beach around 11am. The car park was so empty. Such a rare sight. Makes me want to come to the beach on weekdays. Weekends are always so packed and we had to wait for parking lot.

Our S&S (SPFs and snacks)

The weather was nice and warm with cool breeze blowing. Sea water was definitely "freezing" by my tropical standard and I have no idea how the kids can plunge into that water and enjoy themselves so much. The waves were quite strong and I had to hold on to Chester constantly or he might get washed out. 

The kids did rounds of walking from our mats to the beach to collect water, and back to our mats to make sand castles, animals or simply just wet the sand and used their hands to play with it. It was constant walking back and forth because we only brought a small container to collect water. But I suspect it was also the walking part that they enjoyed. Sinking their feet into the hot sand, getting them wet and cold,  then walking back to the mats where we sat.

Chester kept following Scarlett like a duckling

Once again, I get to see how fearless little guy is when he charged to the water. I had to grabbed him over and over again and he was ecstatic. When I grabbed his two arms in the water, he just let his little body float with two legs kicking hard, screaming, "Swimming!!! Swimming!!" I am more worried about my hat flying away (a few times) than drowning him. He seems confident and thinks he can swim.

Scarlett teaching Chester the art of making sand castles 

Chester trying to scoop sand into the bucket

Scarlett cheering when he managed to scoop sand into the bucket

After swimming "a few laps", the kids decided to make sand angels. They also leopard crawled on the sand. Both had so much sand in their hair and on their bodies. It was too painful for me to watch but yet I know they are both crazily happy. 

The only thing that upset my spoilt son during the beach outing was the cold shower in the toilet. This boy has been showered and bathed with warm water all his life and this cold shower frightened him so much. I was glad Scarlett was there to help me or I wouldn't have been able to wash him alone. I did manage to get all the sand out of his hair and body. After getting Chester settled with his dad, I accompanied Scarlett for her shower and that brought an end to our beach outing. 

Chester has not slept in the car for a long time but today after beach, he knocked out almost immediately. It must have been the running and "swimming". 

Perks of being a stay-home-mom. Hanging out my kids 24/7. I am getting used to it, enjoying some moments of it but not exactly certain wanting to be one for life. 

Still, at this very moment, it's alright. It really is.