Beach blanket baby and Blogger's remorse

We had an amazing and yet depressing weekend at the beach. Since I was a little girl my family vacationed in Montauk, Long Island where my grandparents spent the summer. We stay at a little hotel right on the beach. To the left is a picture of the entrance to the beach from the hotel. Back in the 80's the hotel was decent but now many of the rooms are getting worn. With a beautiful pool and gorgeous beach it doesn't matter- we only use the room to shower and sleep.

This year, Bil took the train and I took Raviv on the ferries and we met in East Hampton. Raviv was amazing- he slept from our house to the first ferry, was awake and playful for the 90 minute crossing, and then slept through the rest of the journey (the second two ferries are very short so we stay in the car). It was somewhat emotional to bring my little guy to a place that is so meaningful for me. I hope he has as many fantastic times as I did at this beach. I think he is well on his way- the whole weekend he was happy and charming. It was fantastic seeing Bil and we had one of our first really relaxing weekends of the summer.

Raviv went into the ocean and the pool. He wasn't sure what to make of either. When we were in Seattle, his Aunt Eirin tried to explain that swimming was like being in a bath but it lasts longer. I think Raviv was confused because he was in full sun-protective gear- he was in a long sleeve, footed SPF outfit and hat. I also have UV protective sunglasses for him. I'm not sure he liked being in the water with these things and a soggy diaper, but being half Irish, he really has no choice. (Bil and I are both half Irish, so Raviv is two quarters Irish). He got to swim with Omi (great-grandmother) which I think they both enjoyed.

The trip was a bit depressing because it has become very clear that Omi is getting older. She and her friend Ed, who also spends the summer in Montauk are both starting to struggle with their physical health, which, at least for Omi has an impact on her mental health.

The trip home was much more challenging than the trip out. I have done this drive a million times, but doing the trip alone, with mommy-brain is a whole new experience. I was used to heading to New London from Boston, so I made sure to print directions from Northampton. I didn't print directions to get home, thinking once I did the drive, it would come back to me. Unfortunately, I forgot the part that I have no memory. I got off the ferry and successfully got onto rt. 32. When I got on the road, I saw a hard-core biker. I was impressed he was riding on a highway, (this wasn't like the mass-pike, it was a small highway). I kept driving looking for rt. 2A, but it never came. I looked back at my directions and realized I needed to get on 395. So I turned around and backtracked to 395. I saw the biker just as I was approaching 395 and marveled at how fast he was! Getting on 395, I kept a look out for 2A. I finally saw it and took the exit. Just as I was exiting, I realized I had gotten on 2A east. So I took the nearest exit to turn around. At the end of the ramp I saw the biker AGAIN! I felt like a total doofus for making several circles. To mkae it worse, Raviv started crying (again) and didn't stop until we were almost home. Once we got home, he was happy as usual. I think he is just a homebody. Unfortunately Bil and I don't stay home much.

Last weekend I went for a run and since then my ankle and knee have been bothering me. I finally felt like maybe I would try to run today, but it was so hot and humid, I didn't. I did walk for a little bit and felt my knee ache again. Not sure what to do about it. I wish I could go swimming, but I'm not sure what I would do with Raviv. It will be good when Bil returns home for good so I don't have to be a single mom.

The other topic is Blogger's Remorse-

It is so weird writing about my life (albeit some posts are boring, like this one) and not knowing who is reading them. Or if they are really dumb. I journaled from the time I was 12 until about 22. I figure this is a good way to get back into it. Of course, some stuff I won't be blogging about that I would have journaled about- ergo the occasionally boring post rather than something more personal

At some point I'll get better about pictures so I can make this more visually interesting. I think we only have two pictures from our beach weekend.

I am still trying to figure out formatting and captioning...