So, today we took a little trip to the beach with Aunty Emzie Poo :) and despite a few grumpys from Blake (due to it being ridiculously hot!) and me not really knowing where I was going, we had a great day!! The plan was picnic on the beach but it ended up being battered sausage in the chippy and then chilling on the beach, a pretty good alternative. Being a rooky to all this parenting business I was pretty dim in forgetting that hot weather + school holidays = no space to sit on folkestone's tiny sandy bit of beach. So we ended up at the other end of the beach; on the stoney bit which was actually alot nicer!
As predicted, Blake thought he was sitting on a sea of tiny little biscuits and subsequently attempted to eat his way through the pebbles on Folkestone beach. I thought perhaps actually giving him some biscuits would deter him but apparently pebbles are more appetising :p I had forgotten how painfull it is to walk on pebbles, this however didn't seem to bother Blake as much as it bothered me and emma lol! It was so worth pebble pain to see Blake's first time in the sea! He couldn't wait to go paddling and seemed to quite enjoy it! He was less impressed when he realised that it was FREEZING cold ... and even less impressed when the waves came up a little too high for his liking .... this apparently was NOT cool and a swift dash back to the pink towel was in order!
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| Looking pretty impressed with himself lol! |
On a whole it was a pretty wicked day!! And I LOVE seeing the look on Blake's face when he is happy. Even though he won't remember days like today at the moment it won't be long untill our little trips become part of his childhood memories :) It's days out like that which I remember from my childhood. While watching Blake play, Emma and I remembered the bits of the beach that as an adult you forget! The whole trying to get out of your wet swimming costume from underneath a towel without the whole beach seeing your bum, the sifting through thousands of pebbles to find the really 'cool' ones :s, the taking home of little 'souvenirs' such as stones, shells, bird feathers and other filth, oh and not forgetting having to wash the sand off yourself in those really smelly wash basins in the minging toilets! In years to come I really hope that Blake finds all that as much fun as I did...if he doesn't its just tough because mummy loves the seaside :p xxx
Love Love xxx
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| Paddling in suprisingly clear waters!! |
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| Just after being caught red handed attempting to eat a pebble :P |
How Blake made me smile today: The look on his face while he was watching Emma apply suncream to her face (tribal war paint style). He was clearly thiking: "god, she looks like a freak".
