Husband is a surfer.
He started dabbling in it in South Carolina when he would visit his friend Matt in Foley Beach. Then, after moving to Norway the first time, took a few weeks at a place called Surf Experience in Portugal. And on clear days, in his last Norwegian incarnation, he headed out to Solastraden (which means Sola Beach), which is a few miles out of Stavanger.
He's been watching the weather, refreshing the webcams and longing for the water, even though it is still well below freezing.
So last Sunday, we loaded up the surfboard and Lillie and Milo and piled into the car.
When we got there, there was not a wave on the water. At least not nearly enough for Husband to put on his wetsuit and wade in...
(Oh no, Husband. Watching really really intently will not make the waves come.)
But it was okay and we hung out for a while anyway.
No Lillie is not lounging. She just fell down.
Then when it was time to go, Husband grabbed the poo. Gotta love that.