2 days ago, when i woke up, it was so nice out that i decided I should no longer delay and bring my kids to the beach for the first time in their life... after all, we live in the maritimes, it's almost not normal for them to have never seen the beach.
They loved it! so much so that, back at home, while eating lunch, Owen was asking to go back. and i know he's not going to give up. he still talk about the broken moose. oh yeah, i just realised that i didn't say anything about that here yet. since Facebook happened to me, i got even more lazy.
ok, so here's the story... my dear husband hit a moose on his way back home from work over a week ago. he called me to tell me so i knew it couldn't be too bad. that kind of encounter can be fatal. and he wasn't hurt but just mannaged to bring the van home but that's about it because it was not really not in that good of a condition. hubby was trying to talk on the phone to get all the insurances in order but Owen was inssisting he wanted to talk on the phone also. so i took him to see the van. his reaction was that the moose must be repaired... interresting perspective.
ok, now to the fun stuff. it was so long since i went to the beach myself that i had forgotten how good it feel to walk on the sand. we were so limited in time, because Owen had therapy that afternoon. so we only spent 30 minutes at the beach and i didn't have much time to enjoy it myself because i was too busy taking pictures of their first experience. and that evening i stayed up late to compile it in a video. i wish we could've stayed longer but i realise that anything more and we would've burnt.
