This weekend, Quentin, Stellan, Ellie and I went to the Hamptons – a first for all four of us. We packed ourselves into a van along with another French family with two kids, a boy and a girl, and headed to East Hampton on Friday night. We stayed at an adorable dog-friendly guesthouse run by a lovely woman with five dogs of her own, and spent the weekend doing beachy family things.
We climbed sand dunes (which, by the way, is extra complicated when one person is on crutches, another one can’t walk and is finally getting heavy, and the dog wants to run as fast as possible in every direction at once), looked for sea shells, ate lobster rolls, played in the park, and went to a farm and got lost in a giant corn maze. Stellan loved being around the big kids, especially Solene, who is four and who loved to read to him and just be next to him. Stellan could really use a big sister.
On Saturday afternoon, while wandering around the little town of East Hampton, we stopped at a playground. Playgrounds are kind of tough for me sometimes because I see all the little kids Stellan’s age running around, climbing things, falling down… none of which Stellan can do yet. So first we went on the big swings together, which he always likes. And then, on a whim, I decided to put him into one of the “baby” swings on his own. This usually doesn’t work because of Stellan’s lack of head control – he usually flops his head back. But yesterday he sat forward instead, grabbed the front of the swing, and went swinging like a boss.