Liam and I went to Newport Beach last week with a friend and I can honestly say that our day was like a dream come true. Seriously, it was heavenly. I almost didn't go because the beach is almost a two hour drive from us and I have never taken Liam on a car trip that long without Paul. In case you haven't heard, Liam used to despise the car when he was a baby. He would scream and cry the ENTIRE time. I tried everything and the only cure seems to have been time. I'm still so traumatized, though. Every time an opportunity like this comes along I turn it down because I'm so afraid of a meltdown while I'm driving and helpless. It's just a mild case of PTSD. Anyway, the day before we left, I changed my mind. It was such a beautiful day and we had no other plans so I thought, "What's one day of torture?" I'm so so very glad I changed my mind because it went so smooth that I almost feel invincible. Well, not completely, but I am feeling a lot more confident in our four hour drive to Fresno next month for my family reunion. So, this is how our day went.
We were greeted downstairs by this adorable little drawing Paul left for us. Is my husband cute, or what?
Then, we hit the road. Luckily, we carpooled so I could sooth Liam if needed but he didn't even make a peep until we were well into Orange County. Then I climbed into the back seat to entertain him for the last stretch of the trip. We grabbed some lunch then headed to the beach. Now, let me tell you about the heavenly part. We found free parking a few feet away from the sand and nobody was there. We practically had the beach to ourselves on the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend. Divine, really.
The last time we took Liam to the beach he didn't really want much to do with the water. Of course, he couldn't even walk at the time. This time, he ran right in with his clothes on. His swim suit ended up being his outfit for the ride home. A couple of times he ran in without me and scared me half to death. He has no fear, apparently. The lifeguards were announcing rip tides and my baby was diving out to sea. Not to mention, the water was freezing. He loved it, though. He was splashing and laughing and running and falling in the mud. It was so much fun to watch.
Every now and then he would come back up and play in the sand. He had sand in every crevice by the end of the day. In his mouth, ears, eye lashes, diaper, you name it.
The ride home went just as smooth and he slept like a rock that night. I can't wait to take him again.