We had a perfect beach day Sunday.
You know, when you get there early and leave at dinnertime.
We started off at Makua Beach where the three walking kiddos and I hung out on the rocks playing with crabs and watching tiny fish.
We had hoped to glimpse the spinner dolphins, but we overslept so we weren’t quite early enough for them. We will try again though.
Then we headed to Pokai beach where we met up with my brother and his family, as well as some of his friends.
I may have squealed when I first got in the water that I’m done with winter and ready for warmer (don’t slay me, you acclimate, even in warm weather. So it does seem chilly here sometimes).
My brother brought his kayak and J and I braved it with the two babes.
I wore Bean in my mesh ring sling and Sweet M sat with J. I felt pretty badass, not gonna lie, as I paddled that kayak and breastfed that baby without skipping a beat.
I am woman, hear me roar, and all that jazz.
Of course, no awesome beach day is complete without a trip to the ER.
We weren’t home even 15 minutes before Mr. B stepped on something (who knows what?) and we were off to the ER for stitches. Ouch!
He had it made though. Private room with on demand TV. The doctor himself brought him juice and graham crackers.
I’m so thankful that the ER here is freaking fabulous, but a bit disheartened that I can say it with certainty; it’s not a one time fluke. We’ve been there 4 times now during our time here, and every single time they’ve gone above and beyond. Other hospitals ought to take note and figure out what they’re doing to be so amazing.
Needless to say, I’m exhausted and now we can’t go to beach for two weeks.
At least it wasn’t a broken leg.