We found this orange bat and a soft baseball deep in the closet of the beach condo. Catching pop flies (and chasing sea gulls) became a favorite beach day activity. With a little coaching from Chris and Uncle Jason, a group of kids was soon running after the ball on the beach, including three sweet girls who happened to be staying with their family next door.
Our two and the three freckle-faced sisters became fast friends, with very little prompting from the parents. At first they were a little tentative around each other, but within a few hours, they were all calling each other by name, wrestling and sharing birthday cake. The girls took a particular liking to Ryan, and would alternate calling out,
"Ryan, tackle me!" or
"Ryan, come get me!" and then fall into a giggling pile in the sand. Ryan loved the attention. Everyone was sad to see the sisters go at the end of the weekend.
In later adventures, Papa took the kids fishing on the Capitola Wharf. We had a great time, and by the end of the afternoon, Lucie and Ryan were starting to get the hang of casting and reeling, wanting to practice over and over again. We didn't have much (or any) luck with the fish, but that didn't matter to anyone, as most of the fun was moving from spot to spot on the wharf, enjoying a different view and peeking in the buckets of fellow fishermen.
We found this orange bat and a soft baseball deep in the closet of the beach condo. Catching pop flies (and chasing sea gulls) became a favorite beach day activity. With a little coaching from Chris and Uncle Jason, a group of kids was soon running after the ball on the beach, including three sweet girls who happened to be staying with their family next door.
Our two and the three freckle-faced sisters became fast friends, with very little prompting from the parents. At first they were a little tentative around each other, but within a few hours, they were all calling each other by name, wrestling and sharing birthday cake. The girls took a particular liking to Ryan, and would alternate calling out, "Ryan, tackle me!" or "Ryan, come get me!" and then fall into a giggling pile in the sand. Ryan loved the attention. Everyone was sad to see the sisters go at the end of the weekend.
In later adventures, Papa took the kids fishing on the Capitola Wharf. We had a great time, and by the end of the afternoon, Lucie and Ryan were starting to get the hang of casting and reeling, wanting to practice over and over again. We didn't have much (or any) luck with the fish, but that didn't matter to anyone, as most of the fun was moving from spot to spot on the wharf, enjoying a different view and peeking in the buckets of fellow fishermen.
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