Now this is more like it!

Well, the weather has finally turned pleasant and we are still on holidays. Pity it wasn't like that last week when we were actually away at a beach resort with a pool and sand. To take advantage of it we went to Balmoral and enjoyed the sand and Mitchy and Mummy had a little swim.

Before we went to the beach we visited Dr Wyeth (his name is Barry ... get it Barry Wyeth? Sound familiar? I'll give you a hint "Darling I, can't get enough of your love baby?") Mitch's paediatrician. Mitch is a delightfully normal little 18 month old. He is normal weight, slightly taller than average but apparently has a large head for his size. Apparently this comes from his Mum and Dad - neither of us suspected he we had a big head, but apparently we do. We always though Mitchy had a small head. Oh well, he's normal and healthy and was very well behaved when the doctor was poking and prodding him.

While we were away we tried to count all of Mitchy's words. He can say more than 50 words now, I wont bore you with the whole list, but it's apparently very good for his age. He only really says one word at a time (or the same word over and over) although he has one phrase which is "More cake!" ... cake is anything sweet, whether that actually is cake or he actually means ice cream or yogo or soemthing else - not that he gets a whole lot of any of those, but when he does it goes quickly.

He also has one joke. When we get home in the car, we ask him, "Who lives here?". He knows Mummy and Daddy and Mitchy live here, but he says, "Nana!" instead so we say, "Nooooooooo!" and he laughs and laughs. He's started branching out with his one joke, so now whenever we ask him a question (like "What did you just put in your mouth?" or "Why are you digging in the pot plants?") he replies "Nana!" with a big cheeky grin on his face.

Anyway, back to Balmoral. As you can see the weather was beautiful, here is the familiar arch

and a couple of Mitch playing in the sand


We also made a lot of sand castles for which Mitch had the newly found pleasure of destroying by first stepping on them, saying "Kick! Kick! Kick!" and then squashing them with his belly.