A (freezing) day at the beach

I decided to risk the dodgy weather today and take the kids down to the foreshore, which is about a twenty minute drive away.

It truly was freezing, I was in long pants, boots, and four layers on top, including a woolly jumper/jersey/sweater (whatever your lingo is, hehe), a windproof jacket and a scarf.

The little guy seems to feel the cold more than his older brother, so as soon as we hit the sand he needed the extra fleece I'd brought along for his brother on the off chance he'd be cold. Or admit to being cold might be more accurate.

They started off rugged up like this...

Quickly progressed to this..

And this...

Bit of a snack...

More water play...

And OF COURSE, the big fella was nearly down to his birthday suit by the end.

And I was ready with towels, dry clothes and snacks when the inevitable melt down from being wet, sandy and FREEZING happened at the end.

Roll on summer!

Grand Final, anyone?

It's that time of year again, the last Saturday in September, and two small boys have footy on the brain.

Now, being a Kiwi by birth and upbringing, I could care less about tomorrow's big game, but I am somewhat outnumbered when it comes to gender in this house and my hubby has done a grand brainwashing on the kids.

A successful brainwashing, I should add. Helped along by football day at pre-school, the very recent discovery of football cards and a plethora of other small boys similarly entranced.

So, this is what was happening at my house today.

See, I have this ball, I know it's not an actual footy ball...

Ok, little bro, you stand here like this...

Then you do this...

Make sure you run round lots...

Phew, half time...

Ok, blogger is erking me tonight, it's taking forever to get my photos the right way round, for some reason it wants to put them up sideways, upside down, anyway but the right way.

That's it for now, footy fans!

Back to normal programming...

After a pediatric ophthalmologist appointment, followed a few days later by an appointment with a pediatrician at our local hospital, the diagnosis is...............a simple motor tic. 

Nothing to be concerned about, don't bring attention to it, should disappear and/or morph into something else by about 6 weeks - 3 months.

So, we move on.

 I think this is just one more in a series of odd little things he does, some of which can also be classified as simple motor tics, albeit, less obvious ones.

THIS odd thing however is not a tic, although given that the day was about 12C, that is odd enough for me.

Life goes on as normal. School holidays coming up, eek!