Just got back from a week at the seaside which culminated with the eagerly-awaited Nanny and Grandad's wedding in Essex.
There's so much to write and don't want it to be a novel so thought I'd just record some of the highlights:
Littl'un's first proper experience of playing on the beach was a success. She had a bucket and spade and played happily, although she kept falling down and getting sand in her sandwich and she also chucked a whole bucket-load of the stuff down the back of my top and laughed her head off (never realised how much I hate sand!)
Stayed in a holiday camp and one night we took her over to the clubhouse to meet the mascot. Himself didn't think it was a good idea, but I thought she'd love Sammy Seahorse and his stories.
I was wrong.
She walked in, he came towards her and she screamed blue murder.
He tried dancing and waving - she just screamed: "No!, No!" like he was some kiind of monster (poor bloke!)
After a few minutes trying to calm her down - and it not working - we waved goodbye and legged it. But as we ran she looked back over and shoulder and wailed: "BYYYYYYYYYE" to Sammy. What a drama queen!
Meeting the new Forest ponies was lovely, although she couldn't understand why they ran away every time she hurtled towards them shouting: "CLIP CLOPPPPPP!!!!"
And the wedding was brilliant. Littl'un looked like a little princess in her dress (although the shoes I bought her didn't fit, despite Dad and I trying to push them on 10 minutes before the ceremony!)
Luckily we had a pair of white sandals in the bag or she would have walked down the aisle in her trainers.
Anyway, she was an angel all day and had great fun playing with her nanny and grandad and all her cousins - she even laughed at the best man's speech!
I hung her dress up in the wardrobe when we got back - it's covered in a whole day's worth of mud, grass stains, orange juice and dribble - it will almost be a shame to have it cleaned.