Two weekends ago we went to Seaside for a long weekend with my parents and my brother and Sarah and my lovely niece Teagan. Ever since we've been back, Lucy will randomly start talking about the trip.
"Titi."
"What about Titi?"
"Bath."
"Did you take a bath with Titi?"
'Yeah."
"You took a bath with Titi at the beach, didn't you?"
"Nana. Fun."
We stopped by the small but full Seaside Aquarium, where we saw seals (which I mistakenly told Lucy were sea lions, misinformed mama!), a large octopus in a rather small little box, and some sea anemones and starfish that were touchable in ice cold water. I also so the most frightening fish I had ever seen, Dover Sole, a flatfish with a twisted mouth and eyes on one side of it's head. Apparently they are born like normal fish but their eyes migrate as they learn to live on their sides on the bottom of the sea. Creepy, but they sure do taste delicious.
You could buy some small fish for dollar and throw them to the seals, and the seals would get all funny trying to convince you that THEY, and not their little seal friend, deserved the next fish. Some would hoist themselves up on a rock, some would stare, and the most effective would clap with their fins. Lucy found the seals a little too real with just the wire mesh between us, but thought it was pretty cool once we stood behind the window.
Later that night:
"Sea lions."
"Yep! We saw the sea lions, didn't we?"
"Clap!"
There were also sand castles on the beach, feeding the seagulls, fistfuls of calamari, and a jumbo prawn that lingered on her plate until we offered to give it back to my dad, at which point Lucy grabbed it in her fist and ate it like Davy Crockett with a pork chop over a campfire.
