Predictably, the first thing she eats at the beach is sand. We put her in the middle of a large rug and thought we were safe given she can't crawl yet. But alas, no. We turn our heads for one second and when we turn back she is grinning through a faceful of sand. It occurs to me though, that this isn't the set-your-teeth-on-edge prospect for her that it is for us, for the simple reason that she has no teeth to crunch the sand between. It's just another texture to her. She doesn't look remotely distressed, so we just give her some water to wash it down with.
I'm pretty sure it's still in her mouth when lunchtime comes around and we give her her a tuna (springwater from a can), organic cream cheese and finely chopped cucumber sandwich on brown (crusts removed, cut into four squares).
She seems to enjoy the sandwich (despite the questionable texture) but feeding her at the beach is hard work for us - no highchair and not even a clean floor that you can employ the two-second rule with. When a bit of sandwich hits the deck, it's gone for good. No dusting off and back on the plate here. I think she probably eats about the equivalent of one square before we are all exhausted from trying to catch the flying bits. Oh well, she won't starve. But I give her a breastfeed just in case, then it's straight in for a swim to wash her off. I don't think the rule about waiting an hour after eating before swimming really applies to babies either - especially seen as she's hardly eaten anything and "swimming" equals being gently swished around by us for about 5 minutes.
We were at Broadstairs, incidently, which is 10 mins up the road from Sandwich. I wish she had had her first sandwich (and sand) in Sandwich, then I could have had an even better title to this post!
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