Wednesday, January 19, 2005
boys and boats
For the past year, Jesse has been lusting after a boat. We frequented thrift shops looking for something inflatable that would work, but simply never found what we wanted at the price we wanted. Here in San Felipe, from summer stock, he found his boat. He and Pike spent a good part of the early afternoon riding the waves and rowing with and against the current. No, they aren’t wearing life jackets and yes, I am a very bad mama. Just one of those parental decisions we make; sometimes to regret. Jesse is a very strong oarsman; I’d never have predicted it from his slight frame. I think it is a matter of strength and strategy.
Pike sits at the bow and watches the water; Jesse rows and commands the boat and when the reach the edge of the cove (or we’ve asked him to come back in (I’m SO loving the 2-way radios I got them for Xmas at the 2nd hand toy shop)) Jesse tows the boat back to the top of the cove and gives the girls a ride.
So…it is 2pm, we don’t give a damn about the pamn dackage anymore or going to Ensenada; we’re baking in the sun, playing in the tiny surf, completely mesmerized by watching the kids play and gathering shells.