When the weather was nice we would spend our days at the beach. Shorts, tank tops and sunblock were on and an ccassional hoodie if it was windy. I miss the warmth, the summer sun. The weather has been cloudy and rainy here lately. But our first couple of weeks back in Sweden was great. Sun, please come back.
It is not a fun task being at the beach with a baby. Aleksander was eating everything in sight. Darn those rocks and occasional cigarette bud! I couldn't even relax because I had to keep all eyes on him.
Enzo swore he wasn't warm. I was hot just looking at him.
I learned my lesson...instead of sitting on the sandy side of the beach we unloaded our stuff on the grassy side by the playground. Now there was only goose poop to worry about but he never attempted to eat that...thank God. He was free to roam and Enzo could dig in the sand if he wanted or play at the playground. Paradise. We spent hours there.
Aleksander wandered upon a tree when we were picnicking at the park down the street.
Down at the playground by the beach. Some friends met up with us and of course the kids were fascinated by the bike so I had to take them for a ride.
My big boy!
My other big boy...well baby-big boy!
He LOVES being outside at the playground. I think he loves feeling the different textures that the outdoors has to offer and he LOVES swinging and acting like a "big" boy.
It is not a fun task being at the beach with a baby. Aleksander was eating everything in sight. Darn those rocks and occasional cigarette bud! I couldn't even relax because I had to keep all eyes on him. 
Enzo swore he wasn't warm. I was hot just looking at him.
I learned my lesson...instead of sitting on the sandy side of the beach we unloaded our stuff on the grassy side by the playground. Now there was only goose poop to worry about but he never attempted to eat that...thank God. He was free to roam and Enzo could dig in the sand if he wanted or play at the playground. Paradise. We spent hours there.
Aleksander wandered upon a tree when we were picnicking at the park down the street.
Down at the playground by the beach. Some friends met up with us and of course the kids were fascinated by the bike so I had to take them for a ride.
My big boy!
My other big boy...well baby-big boy!
He LOVES being outside at the playground. I think he loves feeling the different textures that the outdoors has to offer and he LOVES swinging and acting like a "big" boy. 