So, we hit the beach yesterday. We love the beach. Ideally, the kids take their buckets and their shovels and they go down near the water's edge. They dig, they swim, and blissfully, when they bicker, I can't hear them. Being the first beach trip of summer, it didn't quite work out that way, but next week is looking good.
At any rate, we get out the sunscreen, and it's the new, fancy, spray-on kind, which I might add is only enough for not-quite six people, some of them quite small, to apply twice. Total rip off. I get it out and start spraying them down until they shine. It gets in their mouths and eyes. Lovely. Then, I make the mistake of allowing Ellie and Evan to use the sunscreen on me. I'm telling you, I should have asked a nearby adult. They manages to get sunscreen on my back under my swimsuit, they managed to get sunscreen on the backs of my arms, but in spite of me rubbing it in after they sprayed, it seems that nary a drop made it to my shoulders. And, there is a lovely handprint down one of my arms.
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Dunno if it's available in a spray, but Target has some no-name sunblock in a big bottle for $2.50.
It's basically the dollar-store brand in a larger bottle. I've been using it for a couple of years, and it works just fine.
Never ever let kids apply your sunscreen. I've had some pretty interesting burn patterns as the result.
You certainly would think I would learn that, but no. Rebi is getting better at the sunscreen, and Evan did get the spot he missed most often last year. . .
I should be glad I'm not completely fried ALL over.
I just stay under the umbrella until one of my kids is threatening to drown. Then I dash out to save them and then go back to my umbrella.
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