I’d been meaning to take the kids on a trip to the beach, and with the temperature on Saturday expected to soar up to 26 degrees, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to wring some fun out of the summer while it lasted.
So we packed up the pram with a bucket and spade, swimming costumes and some towels and set off on the train.
We headed straight for the beach, changed into our swimming gear, and then Wee Girl and I headed straight for the water. We waded in, splashed around for a bit and then returned to dry land for some digging in the sand. I’m a little disappointed that she didn’t want to spend a bit more time in the water — she usually loves swimming, but she isn’t used to waves and it might have been a bit cold for her (lovely once you’re in though).
After a bit of digging, we packed up and went for a bit of a wander along the pier. There was a fire here in July 2014, but they have been busy rebuilding and it’s looking good. It’s strange without the amusement arcade though.
We ended up having lunch in a tapas restaurant, Toreros, which was delicious and then wandered around the shops for a bit longer before heading home.
Potty training is going well. Wee Girl used the toilet on her own at nursery today, which I don’t think she’s done before; she’s always held it until I get there.
And for the big news, we have finally moved Little Man into his own room. I have been nervous as hell over this but aside from when he woke at 11:30 last night, he slept right through until 8:30 this morning. Sadly, Wee Girl didn’t sleep through, but I’m hopeful that it won’t be long before I get a proper unbroken night’s sleep.
I can’t wait.