Much excitement filled our home this weekend. Felix finally took off! What started on Saturday morning as a couple of shaky steps, by Sunday afternoon turned into a wonky toddle. And my, were there roars and cheers of encouragement and support from his 3 biggest fans. How I love a baby's first steps. The way their little hands flail around in the air, as they try to focus and balance and get themselves to that next forward movement. I haven't taken any photos OR video footage at this stage. We've honestly just been basking in the joy of our littlest big man actually walking. It's been 15 months coming.
The beach looked a treat this morning, on this fine Spring day. Our first official play on the sand, for the season. Whilst the air is still quite fresh and the water positively freezing, it was extra pleasant to sit on those warm granules, in the bright sunshine. It's incredible how many little nippers are getting amongst it this year. The enrolments have apparently sky rocketed yet again. We have hopes for the boy's to one day take part in nippers, Angus always watches on in awe of the mob of young bodies darting back and forth, from sand to water and back again.
Now the photos don't lie, but they don't exactly tell the whole story of our morning at the beach. As children do, the boys completely lost their cool. With each other and with us. Always good when our children are the only ones on the beach kicking up a stink about seemingly nothing. Felix thrashed and rolled so many times, he brought home a large portion of the beach with him. Note to self: Always remember to bring along two buckets to the beach and save ourselves some serious angst. Evidently, one is simply not enough for my boys.