Yes, that's your happy feet kicking the air. On our first ever vacation with you, we took you to the beach on a hot summer's day. And it was fun. You slept, you drank, you looked around, you even dipped your feet in the great big sea. As if you were thinking: 'I've done it all now', you started whining, so we took you to a beachbar to give you your bottle, clean you up, and - also important - get something to eat ourselves. We thoroughly enjoyed the week by the Northsea with you, despite the discomforts. First of all, we left home with you suffering from a bad diarrhoea. Daddy went to the pharmacy to get some stuff to prevent dehydration, and some cream for your soar little bum. Also you got very obstinate when we offered you your bottles of formula. You only wanted to drink when lying flat (on the floor, on the grass, on the bed etc.). So we're getting used to feeding you this way, moving you upwards after some minutes. But then there's the times you don't wanna drink milk at all. It's tough to discover what the real reason for this change is. Most likely it's the fact that you're teething, which also explains your sudden cries in the middle of the day or night. We have been enjoying you however, despite these little troubles. You've laughed with devotion, learned new things and requited our love for you with a passion. Sometimes we forget that you were born just over six months ago, still a little baby. So much character, so truly YOU!
Well, little one, overall it's been a wonderful week.
