Owen’s going through a leap (he’s learning about distances, see the Wonder Weeks) and is finally over the fussy phase. Elle had a tick so we got her a tick collar which she reacted to but we didn’t know it and she got a skin infection. Once that was cleared up, we found another tick on her so we put the collar back on and she reacted again. She’s a mess.
Needless to say, there has not been time to blog.
My mom has been to the North Sea twice in the past year. TWICE. For being a resident of a landlocked state, I’d say that’s doing pretty dern good.
Elle on the other hand, has never even been to the beach. She absolutely loved it, until she sniffed foam and it went up her nose. But she was happy as can be in the sand.
It was King’s Day (the Dutch King’s birthday) and there were parties and orange (and red, white, and blue) decor everywhere. The Dutch flag is red, white, and blue but orange is the national color. Almost every flag had an orange ribbon hanging on it, and we saw plenty of orange madness.
Grandma and Owen snuggled to keep warm in the chilly sea breeze while Alex and I explored the shore with Elle.
It was just too cold for that bald little nugget to get any closer to the water, but he really liked watching and listening to the seagulls.
I know it is stating the obvious, but the windmills are just so Dutch.
A bit blurry because they were rocking. 🙂 |
“Grandma, are you in there? Don’t panic, I’ll save you!” |