beach

Monday signaled the end to our summer holidays. For three weeks, we hopped from city to village, mountains to seaside and back home again. We ate truckloads of ice cream and spent hours at the beach. Alot of fish was consumed and sandcastles were built. And knocked down. And built again. This summer was so different from our last one with Georgie. He is so much more aware now and can actually sit still for an early evening meal with us! With other people present. It’s no secret how much I value a good night sleep for my little dude so taking him to a hotel for three nights where he’s routine was bound to be thrown off the tracks, was a bit stressful. Apart from keeping us up until midnight, the first night, he was my good little boy I proudly watched swimming in the sea and throwing sand at his cousin. There was this one moment where Georgie fell asleep while sitting on the couch with me. He was wiped out. He hasn’t done that since he was a tiny tot and I could lay him down on the couch. This picture melts my heart because my little boy is not so tiny anymore.