Sorry for the lack of postings for the last few weeks; the summer holidays seem to have eaten into any blog-posting time! Anyway, we've been doing bits and
pieces of things - lots of trips to see the grandparents, visits to
various parks and afternoons playing on the green.Last weekend we went to another show with gran, grandad and Adam, this one was an agricultural one in Wensleydale (of cheese fame). It wasn't nearly as good as the traction engine one, I think because it was a bit windy and we couldn't properly enjoy our ice creams and we had little interest in 40 different types of sheep. After, we were treated to pizza lovingly made by Beth and Adam. It actually tasted pretty good.
On Sunday we decided to walk to Cusworth Hall to feed the ducks and
have a picnic. It's a while since we walked there as it's a couple of miles and last time poor Steve ended up carrying both Beth and Toby half the way back. This time we were far more successful and had a lovely walk over - the weather was lovely; even though th
e field in the picture looks rather dull, you can see how blue the sky is and can also just make out Cusworth in the distance. Once there we had our picnic and spent rather a long time chasing each other around a tree! The walk home seemed rather longer than on the way over, but we made it! Once there, Beth and Toby spent a relaxing few seconds reading under Beth's new quilt and cover.
Our 'big' event occurred this week when Beth had her first ever
night away from home on her own. I went over to Northern Ireland to visit the family and took Toby along too. It would have been unmanageable with both of them but this worked great. Beth had a wonderful time being absolutely spoiled with attention from grandma and grandpa. She went swimming everyday, painted, took the double-decker bus into town, ate at a cafe, explored the market and dragged poor g+g into every
toy shop in the county. Thankfully Beth didn't suffer any anxiety or homesic
kness and I suspect we may well be shipping her out again soon. ;)
Toby and I also had a good few days; he was a hit with his great grandparents and amazingly he was more than happy for me to leave the room (gasp) without him having a melt down. I think he was won over by the big bucket full of bubbles and being allowed to rule the roost while there. The pic
on the right is of Toby playing
with my cousin Miriam, he took instantly to her and had great fun. The weather was nice enough for us to get to the beach one morning, g-grandma came too and Toby spent a ages knocking down sandcastles and collecting stones. His interest soon wavered from that once her realised that the sea was wet. Given the chance he would have been in up to his neck, as it was we spent rather longer than my feet were happy with ankle deep in frigid water, splashing and watching the waves wash over. He is definitely a water
babe - at his age Beth wouldn't go near the edge of the sea, she hated the sou
nd and movement of the waves. That afternoon we had a walk along the shore and Toby enjoyed looking at all the boats in the harbour.
Although I have no photos, I can report that Toby loved the plane journey - we were sat next to the wheel on the way out and the propeller on the way home and he spent a good portion of the flight with his face glued to the window.