Hello, Bill

I know I'm late with this, but you are seriously lucky to get any kind of a post at all, right? Violet is currently sleeping (it is 4:27pm and she has been asleep for about 70 minutes) and Stella is watching a Snow White double header. Me? I am supposed to be making dinner, so don't you dare tell them I was blogging instead.

So, Bill.

Sunday morning I wanted to get the kids out of the house for a couple hours so Jason could have some breathing space. It was a complete whim to take the kids to the beach. It isn't something I generally do. At 8 am on a Sunday morning, I mean. Um, yeah.

See how deserted the beach was?  This definitely won't be the last time we go at 8am on a Sunday morning. We were out so early I even brought them to Parson's Beach, which is a nice quiet beach with a serious lack of parking. Hence the quietness, I guess.

What I hadn't realized was that Hurricane Bill was making his way up the coast. I stole a little map from Stormpulse so you can see just how close Bill was. It was perfect, actually. Just far enough away to be completely safe, but close enough to make some big fancy waves. If you look closer, I put a little red dot in our approximate location.

It is very hard to get a good shot of waves. I mean, sure that looks like waves, but nothing special.

 

But there was a cop standing on the shore telling people not to swim, and the surfers were all out there pretending to be out of earshot.

And when a big one came in, boy, did it ever come in. Careful, there, Violet.

After this particular wave came in, Stella wanted nothing more to do with the water. I can't say I blame her. I was holding onto her with one hand, snapping pictures with the other, and she was literally being pummelled by the wave. But look at that amazing shot! Scrapbook worthy, even.

 

Luckily there were plenty of treasures to be had on the beach, and Violet is now looking forward to winter at Parson's Beach. I promised her some seaglass, dredged up by all the winter storms.

And just to let you know, Stella has now fallen asleep next to me on the couch.This picture isn't from today - it's from last week, but the only thing that has changed is the dress. It's hard work being a princess, you know.