The sea put on an angry face today. Churning and swirling and roughing up the sand, as white frothy waves continuously pounded the shore. After a few average days, with minimal sunshine and a distinct lack of Summery warmth, we were all eager to be beside the seaside. Angus, boogie board positioned purposefully under his arm, would not be discouraged. Despite Scott and I vocalising our concerns for his delicate nose and general well being, he won the debate in the end. So whilst Scott and he headed down to the least rugged part of the beach, my cheeky friend and I hung out on dry land, in the blustery breeze.
At one and a half, Felix is boisterous and loud and at times, blatantly rough. With an equally tenacious older brother, he has learnt early on, to give as good as he gets. There is a sensitive side to this hardened nugget though. His kisses and cuddles are to die for and he has the ability to make us all laugh... even when he's being naughty. He loves praise and claps his chubby hands wildly as soon as he hears the words "good boy" uttered. I could literally watch him play or eat or sleep for hours at a time. For the most part, he is the sweetest, most amicable babe. And when it's just the two of us, I find him even more charming, as he potters around amusing himself. I've thoroughly enjoyed Angus being home full time from preschool these past six weeks, but a part of me is quite excited to be getting two days alone with my little shadow again, from this week onwards.