Beach Bloopers

So in the midst of a wild and crazy summer, Chris and I took a much needed break to the beach this past weekend. Not only to wind down, but to rest and prep for what's still to come. We enjoyed just laying on the beach, reading and catching some rays. Well, just enough to keep from burning.

I have a cute new bathing suit for the summer. Very cute. Green with white polka dots cute. I was wearing said bathing suit when the most unfortunate occured. I'm not sure what category it would fall under: comedy, horror, drama, or romance. Just know that it was only something that would be seen in a movie. Or a comic strip. Or a greeting card.

We had just come out of the ocean. I bent over to get more sunscreen out of the bag when I heard the most alarming sound. No, the bottoms did not split. Even better. The plastic piece that holds the top together broke. And I don't mean just a little piece. I mean the entire thing. Broke completely in half. The noise I heard? That was the sound of my entire bathing suit top snapping off and around to the front of my body, hanging. NOT ON ME.

The next thing I knew, I was grabbing a hold of everything I could and flopped down into the beach chair. All of this happened within a total of two seconds. I looked around, still holding. I froze, mouth hanging wide open. Once I gathered myself, I realized that my suit was twisted. There was no way it would cover anything until I untangled it. So, with Chris standing nearby blocking views and laughing the whole time, I untwisted it and was able to rig it in the back so that it stayed in place.

For the first time ever, we had packed extra suits in the car. So, there I am, broken bathing suit and changing in the car. No bathrooms around and I WASN'T about to change in the port-a-potty. Once I wiggled into my new suit, I made it back onto the beach. Ever so hesitant to bend over for more sunscreen.

Only to me. Only in a movie. I only wonder where the cameras were!

Duck... Duck...

...Goose!

I want you to imagine this scene so you can take on the full effect of this experience I had last night. Picture a lively group of three year olds. Twelve of them to be exact. We are at VBS, enjoying time in the preschool craft and activity room. For some reason, our schedule has us with them for 30 minutes. We have already finished our craft, played with all of the bouncy and beach balls that we could, and even enjoyed the bubble machine for awhile. We still had some time left and figured we could play a game. What game? Well, why not Duck Duck Goose? They should all know how. So we get them to sit around the midfield tarp.

Clue #1? It took forever to get them in a circle. Clue #2? We had to turn some to get them to face the center. Clue #3? When briefly explaining the directions, I asked what they did when I tapped them and said goose. Only one yelled out "Chase you!" Very good. We gave it a whirl. I started "duck"ing and "duck"ing some more.

I got to one little boy. The one that knew to chase me. I said "goose" and started to jog around the circle. Next thing I knew... HALF of the group got up and chased me, including the "goose". When I sat down, I was bombarded by every child that followed the original directions- Chase me.

Needless to say, that game was very short-lived. We'll probably go for something more like Ring-Around-the-Rosie tonight!