So we took Wee Daftie out for her first proper trip to the beach today. We’ve been for walks and poked the sea with her toes before but not an actual, vaguely planned, adventure.
My Big Human is around for a couple of weeks between jobs so we took advantage of the weather and both of our empty schedules to take a jaunt to Portobello.
We picked up a few supplies from the supermarket, with some homemade snacks for Daftie and set off! My wonderful Mad Aunt Hil gave Daftie her beach gear and, though she looks like a jockey, she was brilliantly covered in her gorgeous outfit.
One thing I am discovering the longer I spend pretending to parent, is that 99% of what I do is for someone else. Now, I’m not saying that to be all saintly and alpha mummy (we all know I’m not) but i definitely put of lot of effort into making sure my Humans are taken care of that some aspects of my own care do fall by the wayside. Specifically, my shoulders. My pink, sun-glazed shoulders. Baked til magenta and glistening in the lovely warm sun. So preoccupied was I with making sure Daftie was covered, that the salt content in the treats we bought would be okay, that we had plenty of water and that Big Human had remembered the towels, I entirely neglected to cover myself sunscreen.
I regret nothing though. My shoulders may be pink and stiff but our family day out was just lovely. Daftie had an absolute ball. We narrowly avoided the jellyfish and only had to reel my girl back from crawling out to sea an approximate 6 times.
Watching my little girl experience things for the first time is honestly one of the greatest feelings ever. Completely cheesy and cliche but, ultimately, true and fantastic.
Captured just moments before she tried to crawl out to sea.
Travels With My Daftie 