'A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2016.'
I know that this photo is fairly similar to your portrait from last week, but I just love it. You were running into the sea, then you'd turn around and run up the beach until the waves caught up with you, then you'd repeat the process over and over again. It has been so lovely to think about how much your confidence in the sea has grown since last Summer when we spent two weeks in Italy, and you regarded the sea with a healthy amount of caution for days before venturing in for a paddle.
This week has consisted of daily trips to the beach, visits to the playground (one of the playgrounds involved taking a short boat ride across the river), crabbing at Mudeford Quay, flying kites, baking scones, countless games of hide and seek, and reading hundreds of stories with Granny.
All my love,
Ever since you were born, we have used white noise as a way of settling you to sleep. Both Daddy and I love the sound of rain on the roof, and waves crashing on a beach, so these are the sounds that we play to you via our white noise app. This week, we have been visiting Granny and Grandad who live by the sea, and so you have had the luxury of the sound of real waves to lull you to sleep rather than an app. On a couple of our trips to the beach, you fell asleep within moments of hearing the waves. This is so very different to your normal struggle to sleep, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes.
You continue to love sucking furiously on your fingers, and can often be seen trying to put your entire fist into your tiny mouth.
Keep growing strong, little one.
All my love,