Mr. Mom

Feeling more like Mr. Mom these days as Cristin is dealing with some work related travel.  Phoebe ate a long European style dinner and we ran out of time to go to the playground so I suggested a walk.  Phoebe wanted to go to the beach so I decided we would walk to the beach down the street and I imagined playing in the sand a bit and then coming home. This was not what Phoebe had in mind and she sprinted straight into the water.  I had on pants and work shoes and actually found myself yelling at her to little effect.  I have yelled a few times and the girls just look at me rather blankly.  Ellie was very good and sat in the gnat-infested stroller while I tried to convince Phoebe to stay knee deep.  I eventually took her pants off but in the end she was soaked from head to toe.  It is sad that I did not foresee these events.  I have learned nothing.Above:   Phoebe obeyed my “stay on the beach” rule for about 7 seconds.  Ellie peruses Phoebe’s snack trap.  She might be above those raisins on the food chain but she found herself below the gnats which arrived about ten minutes later, drawn in by the CO2 plume created by my rather high volume discussion with Phoebe about her wading techniques.  Below:  bath time is calm these days although I never get involved in “hair night”.