She’s six!

Naomi turned six last week while we were in San Diego.  She had been somewhat hesitant about the idea of a birthday in San Diego, which was alarming, since the tickets had already been purchased.  She decided, in the end, that she would like to have her birthday there (phew!), and ended up enjoying it immensely.

For her birthday activity, she chose to go to the beach.  Not to swim, as it wasn’t warm enough, but to play in the sand and wade a bit. 

It was a gorgeous day.

And a gorgeous beach.

And everyone was harmoniously enjoying the beach.  Except Tess, who didn’t like the wind, so went to sleep in the front pack, with her head snuggled in so as to avoid the nasty wind.

The joy of the water on one’s toes,

the happiness of wearing a matching dress and hat, comforting a brother who fell into the surf with all his clothes on (“Sim, did you know that some people don’t have any brothers or sisters?!?), and the added felicity of going home to put on another dress, a new dress, made by Grandma Ellie and brought along to open on the day, all made for a great time morning.

Here’s the dress, although somewhat difficult to see because of the fleece.

Naomi’s choice for dinner:  the food court at a local mall!  She wanted a hot dog.

Hannah sponsored a ride on the carousel for her siblings – well, the ones old enough to ride the carousel.  This was after dinner. 

(Ummm…yeah…spinning ride right after dinner.  This is reminiscent of Michael’s trip to the State Fair with the older kids, which was just after Tess was born.  He told me how he’d fed them all lunch.  “And then we went on the [spinning ride – can’t remember which].”  He then realized his narrow escape, and we laughed about it.  Then I was telling someone about this trip, and realized we’d done it again.  So now I’ve developed our new slogan:  The Bernsteins:  Building Strong Stomachs One Spinning Ride After A Meal At A Time. 

Does anyone want to join us for our next  trip to the Fair?

I suppose the good news is that the kids do appear to have strong stomachs, as nobody lost their meals either time.)

Cookie cake, made at the rental house.  Of course, the food court had a cupcake place.  Of course, Michael and I didn’t even mention this, since our food allergies prevent visiting such a place.

Naomi wanted to put the icing on, and her will prevailed.  Michael let her write her name.

Unbelievable that she’s six.  She used to be so little!