I was sure the beach was ruined forever for her, when at just a few weeks old, she had an unexpected 'taste' of the sand.
Growing up with the beach a stone's throw from home, I'm still getting used to driving more than ten minutes for an ocean visit. So packing up our new family of five, including a tiny baby who hated the car, for a trek to Santa Cruz was a big deal. After a way-too-long car ride, everyone was thrilled to get the heck out of the Tahoe. Kevin and Baby CamCam started down the beach first, and I followed- toys and toddlers in tow.
It was a windy day. Daddy was holding Camden in her car seat, down at his side. With one fateful step, the back of his flip-flop kicked up a scoop of sand, which was caught in a whirl of wind. I watched in slow-motion as the wind whipped the sand right smack into Camden's tiny face. Every nook & cranny encrusted with sand. You literally could not see her eyes, both nostrils were plugged, and she was gagging. I'm getting sweaty just writing about!
I screamed in horror, Chloe (5) began crying uncontrollably, poor Camden was miserable, Chayse (2) could care less, and Kevin tried- unsuccessfully- to keep the whole clan calm. I grabbed the first liquid in sight to douse her face, which unfortunately for Camden, was Chayse's ice cold sippy cup of juice. Poor girl.
The next few hours included lots of nasal aspiration and the emergency room, and not so much sun-bathing or wave-jumping.
It could have something to do with the sand Christening, but two years later Camden would spend every day at the beach if she could. She wants to be covered from head to toe- and every crevice in between- with sand, searching for sand crabs and darting along the shore with no fear.