We spent a week at the beach last week! It was lovely! The house we rented (with friends!) did have wifi, and I did check my email once or twice a day, but for the most part it was an internet & technology detox week. As soon as we all got onto the beach on the first day I arrived and I laughed hard at Knox’s reaction to this amazing thing called a beach (it was his first time and Ilse was a tiny baby last we went), I could feel tension and care ebb away and pure enjoyment of my children and creation settle in. The atmosphere of our home of late had really been anything but “simply convivial,” but the week together – even playing together – did much to restore the joy. And, honestly, it was partially because the ever-distracting computer or iPad was put away.
And, as my husband observed halfway through the week, “I think children were meant to be raised out of doors.”
The kids at the top of Astor Tower in Astoria, where the Columbia River meets the ocean.
It’s a place of sand and water, both as far as you can see. What better place for two-year-olds?
Or, for that matter, what better place for just about anyone?
We left about six in the morning, and the kids had a dry breakfast in the car. Knox didn’t mind the adventure.
S’mores on the deck with the grill, because it was too windy for a fire on the beach.