A toddler on the beach can only mean one thing – sand in your pants and a poke in the eye!
The first time Dada and uncle Daniel took Luke to Blouberg, the video looked like something out of the Blair Witch project. With the camera rolling, proud Dada was standing one side only to realise that Luke had already taken off in the opposite direction, and was flying down the sandy path straight towards the water. All you saw were feet running
, then clouds, then flashes of Luke and Dada screaming for him to stop.
Our latest trip however was slightly more subdued – probably because Mama and aunty Robyn were there to keep an eye on all the boys!
Daddy came home and decided that we should take Luke down to the beach. His bag was packed - shorts, towel and goodies and off we went with aunty Robyn and uncle Daniel in tow. Everyone was quite excited to be enjoying the first bit of decent Cape Town sunshine
. No-one however would be more excited than Luke.
My son loves the beach and anything to do with water, whether it be flooding the bathroom
during bath time, splashing around in the bird bath outside or trying desperately to get in between the ropes on the pool net. If there’s water nearby, you can guarantee that Luke will somehow have some body part in it. So beach experiences are always just that – an experience.
Luke was off like a shot, just loving the fact that there was so much water to play in. He didn’t pay attention to the fact that his little feet were like ice blocks. I eventually walked away because the water was just too cold for me. Everything was going well until Dada decided to let go of Luke’s hand. A small wave came in and as Dada reached to try grab Luke, he poked him the eye by accident. Luke then went falling backwards and everything went downhill from there.
Dada was feeling terribly guilty for hurting his son, who was now crying and upset because he had a sore eye, his little green shorts were drenched in freezing cold water and he was full of sand. Our exciting trip to the beach ended rather abruptly.
Minutes later everyone was back at the car and I had a cold, wet, sandy (it’s amazing how it just gets in everywhere), miserable, naked baby in my boot - thank goodness for hatch backs! He was more than ready to be changed and put safely back into his car seat
So maybe Luke isn’t ready to be a Baywatch baby just yet but I know I can’t keep him away from the beach forever. Is your toddler a beach lover? Or is there something else your toddler seems to be addicted too?