Sandy Beast

We got to take a little vacation to Mexico a couple weeks ago, sort of impromptu and just the girls - Olivia, a few of my girlfriends from college, and one of their little girls Cate, 4. 

I didn’t quite think it through bringing an almost-2-year-old to Mexico, but overall it was not a disaster and wonderful to spend some time with my good friends. I even got some surfing in. We somehow kept Olivia safe, though my vision of cracking a book on the beach while sipping a frosty beverage was far from realized. 

Instead I chased this one in and out of the waves, off of other people’s towels and magazines and drinks, and away from stray dogs and other people’s babies. By the second day we had nicknamed her “sandy beast” because she was so covered in sand and sun screen that no matter how much scrubbing I did at night I could not get the grit out of her skin and hair and ears. She would also come up to those who were able to relax on their beach towels with their frosty beverages and completely disrupt the situation with her sandy-ness. 

She had a complete ball. She was obsessed with the “agua,” which is the name she has for all water whether it’s the ocean or in a glass, and wanted to go in the “agua” every 5 minutes. This meant that either she wanted to be in the shallows buffeted by the waves and rolling around in the sandy water or she wanted to go out, way out into the big waves. And when we were way out she would say, “let go mommy!” 

Every day we had ice cream. This was fun. Strawberry the fav. We went to the iguana tree and pointed out the iguanas. We went on hikes on the beach, she’s still busting the seams of the ergo. She played with cute Cate but mostly just took her markers and her coloring books and made her crazy, that is until the last day when they seemed to get along. 

Dinner was usually a no go and was spent chasing her around Sayulita’s town square while my friends boxed up my dinner to go. 

I can’t wait to go back! 

With a nanny. Or my mom.