Beach Babes

It's not all bad. Last weekend was awesome and saw what was possibly the beginning of Summer. When our plans for a Malta-style "road trip" to Gozo fell apart, we decided to take advantage of the warm weather and drop by the beach instead and introduce Emily to the sand.

I say "introduce" because I refuse to accept that that time at Camber Sands was Emily's introduction to sand (See Disillusioned Med Girl, Meet Sand). It just didn't count.

She loved it. It's the "seaside" to her (how very British), and apparently, we were there with Peppa and George, though she was the only one who could see them.

Adam was less impressed. Especially as it was windy and he just wanted his milk.

We treated her to a new bucket and spade set (seeing as how we'd forgotten to bring one)

 #disgruntled3weekold

#littlegremlin

Soon it was lunchtime which brought about the task of convincing her we had to leave the sand behind. What ensued was a neverending conversation that went like this:

E: I want to play with the saaaand! *whine* *pouty face*

Me/D: We'll go back next weekend, I promise we will. You can play in the sand then.

E: Ooooookay. I happy now. 

Breathe. And repeat (x 9865436)

Naptime didn't come a moment too soon.