It's hard to be truly spontaneous with three little ones in tow. A quick Saturday evening trip to the beach (with 45 minutes prep time no less) is as close as it gets. I wish this beach was my backyard. The moment we set foot in it the kids know exactly what to do. There are so many raw elements waiting to be used and shaped. Other than the sand gnats, which were strangely attracted to Brandon's face (although I don't blame them), everything was perfect. Sawyer must have said, "fuuuun momeee, fuuun" seven times as we walked back to the car--a good reminder to be spontaneous more often.
