So we took the kids down to Mexico for two weeks in early December. It was hot and sunny and beautiful, and we forgot all about snow and Christmas and Alaska and real life.
The day that we arrived, we hurried to the room, threw on some shorts, took off our shoes and headed down to the beach. Cedar stood at the edge of the ocean in her bare feet and contemplated the water. Then when the surf edged close to her feet, she looked at me nervously and ran away. Fast. I'm pretty sure she thought it was going to be freezing cold just like every other ocean she's ever seen. Once I dragged her in there against her will though, she had a change of heart. And everything was up from there.