A Hunting We Will Go...

On my run this morning I found a tide pool with a ton of shells and I knew that we had to find our way back so that Little Man could go on a proper "shell hunt".  I picked up some of the best shells to give to him and then promised him we would find our way back there.  This is much easier said than done because in an effort to pack light we didn't bring a stroller that we can use on the beach.  So we did what all self-respecting parents would do, we fed them and then sugared them up with ice cream to give them the fuel to walk the 1.5 miles that they would need to traverse for our shell hunt.  Little Man was geared up and had his bucket.  Peanut was unthrilled and spent the first 3/4 of a mile asking to be carried and telling us that he is scared of the water. (He declared that the beach has too much water in it and is scared of it so he spend all of his time firmly planted in the sand when possible)  Sweet Pea alternated her time in the ergo on my back and walking/running.  Peanut eventually got into the hunt and stopped to pick up anything that remotely resembled a shell exclaiming "Hey I found a shell!" each and every time as if it was such a rare find that we all must stop in awe.  It was similar to his exclamation earlier in the day of "Look sand" as we walked out onto the beach.  If the shell was delineated with colors, it was declared a zebra shell and if was intact it was declared perfect for Mama.  We never found the tide pool probably having something to do with the fact that it was 12 hours later and a different tide but we didn't care.  The kids don't seem to care if the shell is whole or shattered and just enjoy the hunt.  So a hunting we will go....