Today we snorkeled at Poipu beach. It was gorgeous, but the water was pretty rough, and we got tossed around a bit. I took Kenzie out first. This time I put flippers on her so she could swim better. (Later I asked if it worked and she said, "um, I don't know, I didn't kick my feet.") Anyway, flippers on sand are not easy to walk in. Add to that pretty good sized waves hitting us at the waist, and you'll know why we'll be complaining of finding sand for weeks to come. I washed my hair for a good ten minutes and still am finding sand.

It all was worth it - the fish came out by the masses. They loved our processed cheese! (It may have confused some of the other snorkelers, but they were jealous when the saw the swarms of fish around us.) Kenzie and I swam out for a while, squirted some cheese, looked down and there were quite literally hundreds of fish around us within minutes. Some were at least two feet across. Mmmm, how they loved that cheese. So much so that I found myself a little freaked out and tried to hide the can. Not many places to hide a can of Cheese Whiz out there. Kenzie just wanted to feed them more and more, I was trying to be a good sport, but when their fins kept touching my knees I felt the need to kick my flippers for a while. Anyway, she was more than amazed. After a while I noticed that her arm was cold, so I took her to shore. Turns out that she hadn't moved at all the whole time we were out there, and she was frozen. Her little teeth chattered and her lips were blue! I tossed her to shore (well, the waves tossed her to shore), and I grabbed Mason, AKA Mr. Fearless.

He didn't have the mouthpiece, just goggles. No worries, he just held his breath and stuck his whole head under...time and time again...in the middle of the giant swells. However, he didn't want to just squeeze the can o' cheese, he wanted the cheese squeezed into his hand so that the fish would eat directly from his hand. Ever try to check for teeth on fish in the middle of the ocean? I was surveying them, some of whom were almost as big as he, to figure out if they had teeth. Then I thought, well, if they eat cheese then they must not eat meat, right? I mean, seriously, I was not as prepared as I should have been and after he got his fill, or maybe I got mine, we went back to shore. He got shot out of my arms to the beach with one giant wave. I caught him on the way back, then Cindy grabbed him. Alas, it was fun, but I'm glad that adventure is over.

Then we went and looked at the sea turtles. Cute turtles that we could see from the shore. (Kenzie and I swam over one earlier, but didn't stop to linger...again, the teeth thing, plus I don't know if turtles like cheese.)