A day at the beach

I've tried to bottle up the excitement that my wee man had yesterday when I said we were going to the beach so he could play with the sand. You never know when I can use that feeling again. He said we are going on holiday to play in the sand. His simple definition of what it means to go on "holiday" is something to treasure.

We drove to Troon beach as we decided it would be a great opportunity to take advantage of trying the recommended fish and chips at MacCallums Oyster Bar and Restaurant.  We took our bucket and spade and well did the regular beachy things. We build sand castles and splashed about in the water the low tide had left behind.

After an awesome fish and chips lunch we walked back along the sea front searching for stones and watching our shadows from the beautiful sunshine. It was somewhat of a trauma to drag ourselves away from a rather amazing day at the beach.

 

Once upon a time....

"once upon a time there was a little girl called mummy Sabrina". The wee man looks at me with his big bright brown eyes and smiles. I look back at him and smile and we both start laughing.

He likes to find his two soft toys. I get monster and he keeps the elephant. "A crocodile is coming quick, hide." Off we run to hide under the bed covers usually works. We do the crocodile action with our hands "Snap, snap, snap, it's coming" "i'm going to eat you all up".

The story lines are simple. Often he takes stories from what he has been watching on TV or reading in a book. These days I think of anything I can do to feed it! So simple but I know so easy to lose. It's not as easy for me to join his world as much as I would like. But when he says "Come play with me, come on mummy" how can I say no?

Project 365 Days 26-32

Day 26: Doctor in the house

Day 26: The Sinking ship

Day 28: Amateur photography

Day 29: The Chalk Artist

Day 30: Letter sponge painting

Day 31: "Avast ye Varmint!"

Day 32: Everybody needs a wee break!

Home made

What will I remember about my wee man having the chicken pox? Well it came on very suddenly. He gave no clues with any flu like symptoms. I was supposed to be having a relaxing day off work but instead was collecting my son from nursery with suspicious spots. They had a little break out and this time round it was not missing us out. Stuck in a little room away from the other patients at the surgery waiting patiently for the doctor only to confirm what I really already knew. As the doctor explained rightly so they come out in "crops". After two days new ones still seem to be raring their little blister heads. The itching seems to come a little after. "I'm not scratching mummy I'm just feeling them". The wee man copes pretty well with the symptoms. We have a few moments of "Ouchy, ouchy Mummy" but the aqueous calamine lotion and piriton seem to be keeping it mostly under control. 

What will I remember about my wee man having chicken pox? Being stuck at home inside. "when the spots go away I can go outside?" YES! The cavalry arrive today...Nonna. That means at least I can get out, back to work on Monday, as hubby travels. The first two days involved a fine balance between watching TV and other fun activities. Then of course making a road/train track. Then adding a tunnel. Then eventually adding an unnecessary diversion of a bridge. I'm not sure who it entertained more me or my wee man!