From Snow to Sand

In all the craziness last week, I forgot to talk about the rather un-June-like weather we've been having lately. Last weekend was hot and sunny - until the wind blew in a freak hailstorm:

Then this past week has been "scattered thundershowers," which translates into "we have no idea what's going to happen, so we'll call for everything at once and be right *and* wrong all the time."

There was a severe weather warning on Thursday night and The Husband had to head to the basement at work with all his coworkers until the sirens stopped. I work in a downtown high-rise and we could hear the building creaking as it swayed in the gale-force wind all day Friday.

But we managed to dodge the weird weather this weekend and were able to head to a couple of beaches yesterday and today. The kids collected seaweed and built sandcastles and The Boy walked around happily clutching a dead fish until we figured out what was making him smile so much.

Of course, the one thing we *didn't* take a picture of was the European family beside us who decided swimwear was optional. No nudity, but the white see-through-when-wet Incredible Hulk underwear left little to the imagination. Unfortunately, this penchant for swimming in Superhero unmentionables was not restricted to the young son and so we were also forced to avert our eyes from his similarly-unclad father.