I can hear the beach calling me back. Our summer days haven’t been so filled with wide open sandy places. Somehow with a baby that likes to eat sand and a 3 year old who loves to be neck deep in the waves I am torn between who to rescue. It has become more like work (the shlepping, the lifeguarding, the hole digging, the removing of sand from swim pants and diapers, the instructor of how to boogie board) all in the midst of trying to “enjoy the moment.”) The boys would rather go to the pool than the beach and I usually quickly agree knowing the work to get there is so much less. But oh how I miss you beach! We need a date soon!