Asher and Ellen seemed to quite enjoy each other's company. I was surprised - when they've met before they haven't really seemed to notice each other very much, being far more interested in their respective mummies, milk and food. But now they seem just about old enough to interact a bit, which was lovely to see. There was a lot of waving, particularly over the dinner table. A little peekaboo, also usually over the dinner table. And they even invented a game whereby Ellen would give a toy to Asher, who would hold it for a second before giving it back to Ellen... very sweet.
Asher also spent a lot of time reaching out to Ellen, patting her head, poking her in the eye, all the things he does to me to show that he loves me! In return Ellen spent the week attempting to poke her fingers into Asher's mouth; had she succeeded I don't think she would have found the experience as rewarding as she anticipated. Ash's teeth are both plentiful and sharp.
On our first day we had a lovely walk along the coast path. It was absolutely gorgeous weather - sunny, quite warm really, and surprisingly calm. The babies both napped en route (at different times) and we had chips for lunch before walking back.
Look how blue the sea is!!
It hardly felt like December at all. Although all the lovely Christmas lights on the houses in Easton helped to make things feel more seasonal.
Asher hadn't been on the swings for ages (mostly because it gets dark so early in the afternoons when we used to go to the park). He still seemed to like it but wasn't as thrilled as before and was more interested in walking around the playground. We had a little go on the climbing frame and slide too - but what he really wanted to do was chase the man with the leaf blower. He also kept walking over to the vans parked beside the playground and saying something that sounded suspiciously like 'car'. He's been saying "dog" this week too (in context!) and "duck" (for rubber ducks, a wooden duck, pictures of ducks - and for birds in general). "Cat" is employed for the cat, pictures of cats, and other things that Asher finds exciting. (Ellen, for example).
On our last day we had a trip to Weymouth and took the babies to the (pebble) beach. Although Ash has been to the seaside before, that was in Florida. It was so hot that he had to stay in his pushchair, shaded with muslins, and in any case I think he stayed asleep for the entire experience. So really this was his first proper beach trip. Can anybody guess what he did?
Correct!
This is why we didn't go to the sandy part of the beach ;)
After he'd finished tasting the stones, Asher decided to crawl towards the sea.
He did it again...
and again...
and again. Poor boy. Each time I went to pick him up just before he got to the wet stones. When I put him back up the beach he just turned around and headed straight back for the sea. Was I a mean mama not to let him get wet? It was colder than it looks in the photos and I really didn't want a soggy baby on the half-hour bus ride home! But he wanted it so much... he had a bit of a screaming fit when it was time to go and kept arching his back, refusing to go in the sling. Happy enough once we were walking, though, and he saw a dog. "Dog!"
We had a lovely time. Thanks, Katy and Ellen!
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