Mmmm... Chocolate cake with colourful icing. It's Maman's birthweek this week, which means we get chocolate cake and Papa makes dinner. Don't tell Papa, but I could live without his cooking. He tries hard so I'm trying not to deflate his rather fragile ego. On Sunday, it was cake night and we even got to blow out the candles. Because I'm two years old, I did my best to help Maman blow out all her candles, she's ancient you know. Izzie, on the other hand, wanted to try and eat the burning candles. Little sisters, sometimes you have to explain everything to them.

I love playing dress-up. And it's even better when I get to put on my heart-shaped shades. As you can plainly see, I'm adept on putting them on all by myself. Maman kept offering to help me but why would I need her assistance when I can do it just fine myself. And don't you just love my green headband and the frilly, pink shoulder straps to my dress? Sadly this picture doesn't properly portray my full elegance. What you can't see is the black socks I have on my arms. Very classy methinks.

Finally, it's my turn to play with the ball. Each time I go after it, Elle and Belle are always trying to steal it away from me or bounce it in a gazillion other directions. So now I get to do whatever I want with it. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do. Perhaps I'll just sit up and look at it and try and put it in my mouth. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do. Wait, it's too big for my mouth. Argh, thwarted again!

My first trip to the beach!

This is maman and I as we get ready to visit the beach for the very first time. Here we are in the parking lot and at this point I had really no clue what was going on because the day had been rather uneventful up until that point. For the last week or so, maman and papa kept talking about going to the beach and my only experience with sand was in my little box and I had no idea how you would mix sand and water together. Wow, was I in for a big surprise.

One of the cool things about our trip to the beach was the kilometres and kilometres of boardwalk. Arriving at the front gate, I must admit I was still rather confused about what was going on but I was excited about the new experience awaiting me. Maman was carrying me so I knew I was safe, but there were no cars, there were no toys, there were no people waiting for me. All I could see was a lot of blue sky and I could hear the soft crash of the waves in the distance.

The Bouctouche Dune is located on a breathtaking piece of real estate not far from grand-maman and grand-papa's house. When it is sunny and clear, like it was on Monday, you can see Prince Edward Island from the beach. So when we started walking down the sandy trail, I was starting to get really excited because I knew in a few moments I would be playing in the biggest sandbox of my life, not to mention get close to real water, not some overly chlorinated version at the YMCA.

Being too cautious has never hurt anyone. The waves were getting closer to my feet and I was beginning to reconsider my newfound appreciation for the sea. The ocean is a lot colder than my bath and the sand was starting to sink around my feet. Good thing I had maman and papa next to me because I was suddenly swept over by a paralyzing fear of movement. All I wanted was to be held by maman. I love maman. Slowly, I started regaining my confidence.

One step. My foot sinks in the sand. Two steps. Uh-oh, I'm losing my balance a bit because these nerves combined with the uneven curves in the sand are not a great combination. Three, four, five steps, now I'm growing a bit more curious as to what happens if you put your foot in the water. This is getting a lot more fun.

Ok, perhaps I spoke a bit too soon. Did I mention how cold the ocean is? I mean, can someone adjust the temperature? Papa has a little duck that tells him when my bath is too cold, perhaps he can lend it to the person responsible for global ocean temperatures. I sat on maman's knee as the waves kept coming in. The small ones were ok, but the bigger they got, the more they spooked me. I'm not afraid to say that for a few moments, I was not enjoying myself. Maman and papa kept assuring me that everything was going to be fine, so I hung in there and gained more confidence.
Papa said he has a gazillion more photos to share with everyone, so there will be more blog updates in the next few days.

And papa has made all the way to BC. I think it is very much amazing that he can go so far away. Papa and maman tell me that I'm also going to go to the other end of the country on Saturday. I'm not so sure I beleive them. They tell me that I will see all my other relatives and be spoiled. I'm to meet my 2 cousins Rachel and Denise. I can't wait to see them.
Anyway, grand-maman has now left for Bouctouche. She says she has to work. Strange thing work. Gownups seem to be leaving me for this work thing. I think we should have more play time. But anyway, Rebecca is now taking care of me. She is really nice. Even Belle likes her.
I miss my papa lots already. I can't wait to see him soon.