June 4, 2010

Flip Flop Season

Growing up in Southern California we spent the Summer's at the beach, and if we weren't at the beach we were walking around in our bathing suits and flip flops. When June 21st hits..or the weather is 79.5...I swear I can smell Coppertone in the air. The beach was about 10-15 minutes from our home so it was easy to throw a towel, lunch and sunscreen into the car and plan to spend the next 8 hours sitting on the sand.

I have to admit, I'm a bit of a beach snob. We were pretty spoiled being so close to so many beautiful beaches. So when people ask, "Why don't you just go to Half Moon Bay?" It's hard to politely say, "It's just not the same", without sounding like I stepped out of the "The OC". (Which don't get me started on that one.) I know some people won't understand my reasoning, but I have a feeling they are the same ones who spend their time at the pool in Hawaii. Not that there's something wrong with pools, it's just that I LOVE the sand.

So I've been worried these past few years. For some reason our oldest child is flip flop challenged. I've tried every type of flip flop out there. He can't figure out the skills of curling his toes to keep the flip flops on, and apparently it's not a skill you can teach. Believe me, I've tried.  I used to buy him the flip flops with the straps around the ankles, and he still walked around like his legs were broken.
I just can't bring myself to the realization that Nate will be wearing tennis shoes and socks to the beach. The only "water friendly" shoes Nate has been able to wear are Tivas. If you are reading this and you're from So. Cal. you understand why Tivas just won't work!

So I continue to try and brought home a cool new pair for Nate, hoping his 4 1/2 years has brought him flip flop wisdom. Umm.. no such luck. Same stiff legs, flip flops flopping off, walking around like he's been put in two casts. Uggh. No hope.

But then..... it happened! My little light!

This morning I put Jack into sandals because I know he does a lot of running around at the park. He poo pooed my choice of shoes. He walked over to the monster shoe pile near our front door and brought back......you guessed it FLIP FLOPS!!!!!

He insisted I take the other silly sandals off and put on the very COOL flip flops!

Sure enough...his toes curled under.... my blood must run deep!


Anne said...

Yay he is like us- a blonde So Cal Lori! Love that Jack xoxo

Vikki said...


Unfortunately, my Evan has the same problem as your Nate. The bottom of his closet is a flip flop graveyard.

Michelle Vandepol said...

cute :)