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Date: 17 August 2006 22:00:40
So you'll have to imagine the following:
Yesterday afternoon, took baby b to the beach, once it had stopped raining. The tide was out enough that there was firm wet sand, so I took baby b's shoes and socks off to let him feel the sand between his toes and see what he made of it. He kept bending his knees and wouldn't stand on the sand, so I went to pop him back in his pushchair, thinking he wasn't keen on it. (He's often quite cautious about new surfaces, if you see what I mean. It took him a long time to pluck up the courage to crawl on grass).
Anyway, on being put back into the pushchair he wailed, obviously wanting to be allowed to crawl on the sand. As it's only a five minute walk back to a hot bath at big sister's house, I plonked him down and let him get damp. Did I say damp? He crawled on the sand, sat on the sand, threw the sand about, then lay on his tummy. Then crawled fully clothed into the sea.
He had a marvellous time. I had to pick him up by the dungaree straps to take him back to the pushchair, strip him down to his vest and trundle back for a bath.
And I forgot the camera.