Since it was pretty chilly, Max didn't get to the beach much, but he couldn't really enjoy it anyways, so I don't think he felt like he missed out on much.
You can see the Newport Pier behind Dave and Sophie in this photo. 
Here's Missy, Dave's mom with Max. Max was quite spoiled by the time we got home. He was used to being toted around by an array of admiring people and didn't enjoy being put in his bouncer or Bumbo so that I could do things around the house. Which meant he cried a lot for the first week or so we were home. Makes me wish I could get Missy to move in and hold Max all day so I could get stuff done. I could pay her in Root Beer and sunflower seeds or Cheetos. Think she'd go for it?
Dave sister, Anne, drove with his Aunt Lynn from Sacramento to see the kids. Anne hadn't seen Sophie since she was about a month old and of course hadn't met Max yet, so it was a treat for her to join us in Newport.
This was Sophie's shubul. I'm trying to write that in the same way she would pronounce shovel. It was a constant refrain of Mommy, where's my shubul. We go beach, get my shubul. That's MY SHUBUL! I didn't have the heart to tell her it was more of a hoe, and I also didn't want her running around shouting she wanted her hoe. Just saying.
She is running away from the water in this photo. It took her a solid four days to decide she wasn't terrified of the ocean and at that point she would run headlong into the waves. This kid has no fear.
Dave worked really hard to get her comfortable with the water. Personally I was happier when she was terrified and I didn't have to worry about her making a beeline for the water when we would walk down to the beach. She can run really fast, and I'm still carrying around an extra 10 or so pounds from the baby.
Dave was on vacation and he likes the scruffy look. By the end of our vacation he looked disreputable and kind of piratical.
Here's our little drama queen when Dave tried to put her down. "Oh no, I'm sugar, I'll melt. I'm melting..." I wonder where she gets that from? Best part is, the water was nowhere near her.
Here's Missy, Dave's mom with Max. Max was quite spoiled by the time we got home. He was used to being toted around by an array of admiring people and didn't enjoy being put in his bouncer or Bumbo so that I could do things around the house. Which meant he cried a lot for the first week or so we were home. Makes me wish I could get Missy to move in and hold Max all day so I could get stuff done. I could pay her in Root Beer and sunflower seeds or Cheetos. Think she'd go for it?
Dave sister, Anne, drove with his Aunt Lynn from Sacramento to see the kids. Anne hadn't seen Sophie since she was about a month old and of course hadn't met Max yet, so it was a treat for her to join us in Newport.
This was Sophie's shubul. I'm trying to write that in the same way she would pronounce shovel. It was a constant refrain of Mommy, where's my shubul. We go beach, get my shubul. That's MY SHUBUL! I didn't have the heart to tell her it was more of a hoe, and I also didn't want her running around shouting she wanted her hoe. Just saying.
She is running away from the water in this photo. It took her a solid four days to decide she wasn't terrified of the ocean and at that point she would run headlong into the waves. This kid has no fear.
Dave worked really hard to get her comfortable with the water. Personally I was happier when she was terrified and I didn't have to worry about her making a beeline for the water when we would walk down to the beach. She can run really fast, and I'm still carrying around an extra 10 or so pounds from the baby.
Dave was on vacation and he likes the scruffy look. By the end of our vacation he looked disreputable and kind of piratical.
Here's our little drama queen when Dave tried to put her down. "Oh no, I'm sugar, I'll melt. I'm melting..." I wonder where she gets that from? Best part is, the water was nowhere near her.
No comments:
Post a Comment