"Come on, let's go-o!" Joe cheered, holding the vlogging camera.
We had decided to go for a walk and I was just finishing putting on Noah's jacket and buckling him in the pushchair.
"One," Joe counted, patting Noelle's head as she walked out the door, "Two, and three!" He said patting mine and Noah's head.
"You're so weird," I laughed.
"But you knew that before you married me," Joe smiled cheesily.
"Yup!" I laughed.
I pushed the pushchair as Joe vlogged and Noelle ran a bit ahead before coming back to Joe and I and holding my hand.
"Daddy," Noelle fussed as she grew tired of walking.
"Come here," Joe said, carrying her on his hip.
"Look, the seaside," I smiled, pointing straight ahead.
"Look 'Elle!"
"Yay! Play!" Noelle squealed, wiggling her legs to be put back down.
"Don't go too close to the water," Joe advised as we walked towards the beach.
He followed Noelle as she ran towards the water, only for her to trip as she ran in the sand.
"Oh my God!" I laughed, catching up to them.
"Mummy!" Noelle cried, as she had sand all over her and in her hair.
"Aw, 'Elle, today is just not your day," Joe laughed, brushing off the sand as Noelle slowly stopped crying.
"Come on, let me carry you across the sand," Joe laughed, picking up Noelle and carrying her towards the water.
I peeped in the pushchair and Noah was fast asleep. Joe took Noelle close to the water but as I expected, it was really cold so they soon returned to Noah and I.
"Mummy, look!" Noelle squealed.
In her hand there was a small sea shell.
"Aw, that's so pretty," I smiled.
Joe vlogged as we walked back.
"Daddy!" Noelle squealed, wanting to be picked up.
"Alright, come on," Joe smiled, carrying Noelle and turning the camera around to face them both.
Noah started crying as he woke up, in the pushchair, so we stopped so I could unbuckle him and carry him while pushing the pushchair.
"Let me take that," Joe said, pushing the pushchair for me.
Noah wiggled his legs and wanted down.
"Baby," I said, motioning for Joe to stop.
I put Noah down and put him in front of me and held both his hands as he slowly and brokenly walked in front of me.
"Wow look at ya!" Joe grinned, filming on his camera.
"He's getting better, yeah?" I smiled.
Noah grinned and babbled as he practiced walking a bit more, lessening his grip on my hands, only to tupple over and resort to crawling.
"Aw, yeah, you gave it a go," I laughed.
I picked Noah back up and carried him as we continued walking.
"Mama," Noah babbled, reaching for my hair and earrings.
"Ow, baby," I laughed as he pulled my earring.
Noah continued babbling as we walked back.
"Daddy," Noelle yawned.
We stopped and Joe buckled her in the pushchair.
