The sea air makes you ravenous! In the whole 30 minutes we've been here, Travis has mowed through his sandwich, a tub of yoghurt, one soetkoekie, his dad's sandwich and half of my sandwich!
I'll tell you what else these sunny beaches make me hungry for... a little sideplate of normal.
It's gotten easier, watching the happy and whole kids splash in the waves, and attack the crumbly sand with their bucket-and-spade sets... but I'll never be able to watch them play without that twinge inside, a cramp in my heart.
That's when our Lionheart's baby brother goes from being just a regular kid to the Great Hope - and that's not a fair burden for any nine-week-old kiddo.
A few minutes ago my hubby tried for a second time to take Travis down to the water, and he screamed blue murder! I could feel our fellow beach-goers peeping out from behind their paperbacks. Judging us.
Yesterday my husband and I went for a sunset walk on the beach.
"Come on, babe," he said. "Don't be in such a bad mood."
"I'm not in a bad mood, I'm in a sad mood," I replied.
Travis has tested us to the limits lately. He's getting stronger, heavier, angrier... So much so, that I've created shelf space in the back room of my mind, for a box of thoughts labelled 'What happens when we can't care for our Lionheart ourselves anymore?'
But that's another blog post...
On a brighter note, coming back from our romantic walk on the beach, we came across Sharks player
"Let's steal them," I suggested to my other half.
"Are you crazy!" he said.
He he he...