Last week was spent at the beach.
It was good.
We went to Holden Beach, NC. It’s about an hour from the popular and commercial Myrtle Beach area.
Holden Beach is actually an island. It’s quiet and sleepy. When we arrived on Labor Day weekend there were a few small crowds, but as the week started everyone left and there was hardly another person around.
Rosie and Ada met several friends on the beach. One little girl Rebecca, really hit it off with Rosie. They adored each other and played all day, every day. Rebecca was also homeschooled. Of course all the other kids she could normally meet on vacation were not at the beach because they were in school. Homeschooled kids are the only ones you are likely to find in September.
Rebecca had a black doll baby. Rosie couldn’t believe this because she and Ada also have a black doll named Baby Bill who they say is adopted from Atlanta. (Why Atlanta, I have no idea. I guess when we visit Tyler’s Grandma we see quite a few African American people compared to where we live in Kentucky.) Rebecca introduced her doll as being adopted from Africa. I think the bonding over parenting black dolls pretty much sealed their friendship. Funny.
Rebecca also did me the favor of confirming that I am not the only parent who tells their daughter about modesty. Rosie seems to have the idea that it’s great to parade about half dressed and I have been trying to find ways to explain that it’s better to be modest. Rebecca announced that she isn’t allowed to watch Winx, Ada’s favorite cartoon, because they show their bellies and therefore they are immodest. Rosie was talking about it all evening after Rebecca left.
Mom did you know Rebecca is very modest??
Parenting is hard.
Henry loved the sand. He only cried when the water moved. He didn’t like that.
The tide pools though–oh my, the boy loved tide pools. He ran and ran, splashed, fell down and got up, ran more, threw sand. He had a blast.
Too bright, ouch.
Why is the water moving mom, whhhhhy?
We didn’t build this, we just discovered it on an evening beach walk.
We ate at several beachfront restaurants in the area. Love eating with the sea breeze blowing in!
Henry kept trying to eat a lemon. He was determined.
Rosie did not want to try fish!
My in-laws went with us on the trip, as the generous benefactors of our vacation.
We visited this local lady’s home. She’s referred to as Crazy Mary. I guess she’s an eccentric older woman who has somehow become famous for her clutter and child-like art!? It was…interesting.
She had several shacks erected from plywood and other materials, then painted and decorated with junk and repurposed bottles.
I’ll share more about our beach creature findings soon–but I’m going to save this now, before baby fingers delete it!