Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Florida Day Cinco
Florida Day Cuatro
and then on the pool:
(table, that is).
Madelynn played with her new best friend, Flash:
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Florida Day Tres
The water was like, three inches in places. It was the coolest pool ever.
Even though Mads was slathered in 60+ SPF, she still received a little baby tan line on her butt cheek. Unfortunately I had forgotten to SPF myself, so I walked out with a Rudolph red nose and crispy shoulders. Grandpa set up a huge pool for Madelynn and made us ice cream cones.
Jeffrey and I hunted for Jovan again and found him exactly where we knew we would. (?)
And now I'm going to roll the whole way to bed. I'm too exhausted to move. It's so damn hot here, 103 degrees takes a toll on your body after twelve hours. This is why I live in Pennsylvania, I just can't take the heat. I miss the north (and my friends, my apartment and maybe even the cat [I miss you, too, Mum and Daddy!!]). I plan to invent the "punctuation check" button. Don't steal my idea!
Peace.
Florida Day Dos
After graduation (longest twenty-seven years of my life) we came back to the G-Parents for a wonderful little party. We drank beer, we played pool, and Babe went to bed right on time.
ETA:
Florida Day Uno
On the ground in Tampa, we were greeted by the two most excited Grandparents in the universe, along with sweltering heat that made my stomach turn. Get my ass to the beach, I'm dying here:
We went to the tiny children's beach that is about five minutes from the G-Parents house (if Clearwater Beach were the Ritz-Carlton, this beach would be the Colony Lodge). Babe swam hard and crashed even harder as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Jeffrey and I drove around until midnight, hitting up all of our favorite bars from back in the day, searching for a close friend, Jovan. We didn't find him.
Monday, August 3, 2009
A Very Talented Diaper
That's a naked baby butt. I assure you, that butt was not nakey when it was deposited in the crib last night. Apparently, Madelynn's diaper had grown not only arms, but legs also, and had climbed the whole way up the crib. It then shimmied down the bars, landing pee side up on the carpet. I'm not sure when exactly that diaper made it's grand escape, but the status of the sheets tells me that it wasn't away from her baby butt for very long.
Dry sheets = a good day.
Smooth Talker
And a nose-picker, but that's not nearly as exciting. Alright, I lie... that's pretty darn exciting too.