When you live in Florida you have to know one thing about the weather.
It be all cray cray.
One day it's seventeen degrees and three days later we're in the seventies. It's kind of crazy trying to keep up but you just go with it.
When it dropped down into the teens we bundled up and the kids tucked blankets around themselves on the ride to school. We poked frozen water in the birdbaths and checked out the redneck ice sculptures made by some neighbors hooking their water hose to a ladder and letting it run all night. We drank plenty of hot cocoa too.
When it jumped up to the high sixties a few days later we did what any self respecting Florida living beach loving people would do.
We went to the beach. I warned them it was still going to be cold and to bundle up some but they still were not quite prepared so we didn't stay too terribly long. The beach, even for twenty minutes, is still the beautiful beach and worth it.
The sand was still wet and pretty cold from the rain earlier so she had Sam carry her on his back. He didn't seem to mind. Notice that sweet smile?
Don't be fooled by it. He dumped her off right after.
Claire stalked the wildlife.
And Emmie and Ab chased each other to stay warm.
Sarah and Sam were back at it again.
And I have no idea what was happening here.
Sarah tried to give Claire a ride on her shoulders. It went well I think.