It is summertime and blazing hot outside so
in light of Rich already having a beach trip planned with our interns, we decided
to pack up the boys and all go with him as well. The forecast, 71 degrees; the perfect weather
for our little albino to run in the sun without mom having to plaster him
several times in sunscreen. Because
there are no two things that pair worse together than sand… and sunscreen. Unless you count lipstick and couches, which
is a story for another day but I digress.
The beach.
Perfect summer bliss.
That was until we got there and it was really
90 outside, thanks weather people, which meant that once again half of the time
I would be fighting my little one to cover every square inch of his very pale
body with sunscreen that lacked the magical powers it would need to possess to
really protect it from the death rays that most of us call sunlight. He doesn’t know it now as he pushes away-
screaming and yelling- but mom really does know best.
At first he wanted nothing to do with the “pool”
(also known as the ocean) but soon found how wonderful it was to have the waves
brush over your feet and he was hooked. “Throw
sand, play in water, have mom douse me in sunscreen, repeat” that was his day. At one point we even buried an intern and Jake
found it quite comical to sit beside him covering his mouth and throwing dirt
at his face. Who am I kidding; we all
found it quite comical. Even passersby
would get a good chuckle out of it as they stopped for a few minutes to watch
the commotion.
As the day began to wind down we headed for
the cars and that’s when I spotted it.
The sun burn. Not just any sun
burn but a giant red raccoon-eyed sunburn.
He had rubbed his eyes so much (from crying, being exhausted from skipping
a nap, and hating that horrid sunscreen on his face) that he had wiped off any
thing standing between him and the Death Star.
(Star Wars reference for the sun, my mom will appreciate that one)
So here we sit the next day. Fighting with him to spray aloe vera all over
his puffy lobster-colored eyes in hopes that it can help to keep them from
peeling; which of course feels great I’m sure as we rub it over his barely scabbed
forehead from falling out of a hammock only a few days before. And of course we get the pleasure of
reapplying every few hours… again.
Children.
They fight the very things that were created to help them.
FOR THE LOVE!
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