before the burn

sunday's jaunt to brighton beach turned dangerous for some. and it wasn't even just the haoles!

we started off all sunkissed and fabulous. here's me and Y, thrilled to be on the beach. brighton isn't the most beautiful beach in the world — the proportion of shredded glass to sand seemed just about 1:1 — but it did the trick for those of us jonesing for some ocean. look at how happy K is! she's off in miami now. don't get eaten by gators, little lady. i had no idea that AB was a full-on sun warrior, but he battled the sun on every front. sunscreen, umbrella, suncreen, umbrella ... and then more sunscreen. here he is, chilling in the shade. apparently, this is something that each of these kids should have done too. AG, D, and G all got wicked burns. protection, people! protection! here they are, slowly learning their lessons ...



i know it's not funny ... but maybe kind of it is a little bit? that D had to have the director of HR aloe her back while in the office? that G's head sizzles if you put an ice cube on it? the fact that G was so desperate to cool off his scalp that he put an ice cube on it? that AS never, EVER learns her lesson that girls with porcelain skin should NOT hang out all day in sunshine?

Y and i are trying to organize yet another day in the sun this weekend, to replace the elusive camping trip. damn HH and his fickle ways ... damn him! but anyways. not to fret. looks like we'll be in a trolley sipping wine in long island or lolling about a beach with sand creeping into inappropriate places. i'm excited, either way.

summer makes me happy.