Beach Days

Olie experienced his first few days of fun in the sun, on our recent trip to Florida with Randal and Erik.

Special thanks to Aunt Peggy, Oliver's unofficial outdoor gear outfitter, for Olie's first swim suit and sun hat.

O got an A+ for plane behavior. Slept most of the way, each way. And when he was up, he was busy charming the other passagengers with broad smiles. Everyone commented (I couldn't help but notice with a note of extreme relief in their voices): "Your baby was sooooo good!"

Yes, we did learn a lot about traveling with kids during our plane ride. (Like when you have 2 kids and 2 parents, reserve 2 window seats on separate rows, otherwise the one without the window will scream about how unfair it is - even if they are promised the window on the way back. Or if you have a 6-year-old, they know everything and have a steal-trap memory for all the infractions you've made against them. So never eat their fries even if there is no way they are going to finish them all, and never offer the last blanket to the couple in the seat in front of you with the newborn baby, or you will hear about it the whole flight.) But none of what we learned was from Olie.

So back to the beach. Olie proved himself to be his water-loving parent's child. Took to it like a fish. Even took a 2-hour nap on the beach, so we could stay all day. Ahhhh.



(Oh and the head scratching mentioned below: not a nervous habit - cradle cap. Some Cortizone and antibiotic cream later, and he's completely healed.)