Are you guys enjoying my guests so far? Two more to introduce you to!
Today’s guest blogger is Suzanne from Pretty*Swell.
Suzanne and I love to talk about blogging, kids and cool design over big amounts of Pad Thai. I met Suzanne through my friend Heather (who you’ll meet tomorrow) and we clicked right away. She’s an amazing writer and has an unnatural (but hilarious) love for bacon.
I am SO excited to hang out here at adventuroo today! Mel is just an awesome girl, and I have loved this blog since the moment I laid eyes on that wacky little raccoon (squirrel? bear?) in the banner. She is one creative, smart, funny mama (shall I go on?), and I am so glad we’ve become friends in real life.
When Mel suggested that we write about the outdoors, the very first thing that popped into my head was BEACH.
I absolutely love the beach.
Always have. Always will.
And I really hope that one day I’ll be able to live on the coast.
So it goes without saying that I could not wait to take my daughter to the beach for the very first time. To dip her toes in the ocean and see her reaction to ALL THAT SAND.
She was only five months old on her first trip to the North Carolina coast, not yet able to sit on her own, so we took turns holding her up in this little makeshift tub. Filling that basin with seawater became as much a part of our routine each day as folding open beach chairs or twisting the umbrella stand down into the sand.
She loved it.
I will always treasure the memories of that trip for a reason that I think any new mom can relate to: we slept.
For the first time in the five months since my daughter was born, she slept through the night. Every night! She took epic naps and fell asleep often on the beach. I was giddy.
Fueled by the desperation of sleep-deprivation, I vowed that we were never leaving. Something about the beach was magic. The baby was sleeping! Holy crap!
Was it the salt air? The rhythmic cadence of the waves? Perhaps it was the rental company’s crib, which I contemplated stealing. See: desperate.
Whatever the magic was, I wanted to bottle it up and take it home by the caseload.
But that’s just the thing about the beach.
You can’t put your finger on just one thing.
The air, the water, the soft sand, even the squawking gulls. And, oh yes, the fried shrimp and fresh-from-the-boat flounder. Let’s not forget those.
Everything about the beach is what makes it wonderful.
I can’t wait to get back.