And so it dawned a beautiful day on Saturday – a tad chilly round the edges but bright and sunshiney. TG and I took the small people to the beach at Ryde where the tide was miles out, there were plenty of shells for collecting and there were footballs to be kicked. I had stupidly not brought my camera so the below are from TG’s phone.
I find, as I get older, that it’s the little things in life that mean the most and Saturday morning was just perfect. We had such a wonderful time with the littlies playing ‘football’, singing silly songs and dancing in the sand and watching the Smallest Baby Boy discovering that if your hands are wet that sand does indeed stick to them…
The Now Biggest Baby Girl kept us entertained with how ‘mingos manage not to fall over when they stand on one leg (cue unsuccessful demonstration by her) and how ‘nanilla is her very favourite ice cream (and do they sell them in the cafe up the road Nanny…)!
We peered into pools left behind by the man digging for worms (which was pronounced to be ‘scusting Nanny), watched a very unstable looking mini hovercraft whizz round the beach and some rather unsuccessful kite flying. It was just brilliant and I am so glad that we get to spend so much time with these small folks before things like the beach and kicking a ball become boring and have been swapped for computer games. We repaired for a spot of lunch to the cafe (and a ‘nanilla ice cream) and TG and I agreed that it was the nicest Saturday morning we’d had in ages.