Quick trip
Last Thursday, we took off for a long weekend with my parents and grandparents at the beach. It was a short trip, but great to be away for a little while. There was rain in the forecast for each day, but the showers didn't last all day, so we were able to get out some and enjoy the ocean and pool. Plus it was overcast, and not all that hot. Very nice!
Trey was not as fearless this year, and had to be coaxed into the water.
The tide was pretty strong, and most times once the waves hit his feet and started pulling back out, Trey would yell, "Or not!" and run back up on the shore.
He was content to pick up seashells, dig in the sand, and go get water to build a river. Of course the river never became a river, since every time Trey insisted on dumping the bucket of water, he poured it down his front. And then there was time to build sandcastles with Daddy and Giga, and we all know that what goes up must come down. Sometimes in dramatic fashion, as Trey would scoop up part of the tower and sling it everywhere.
We also swam in the lazy river pool, and rest assured at this moment Brandon is somewhere trying to figure out how we can build one of these in our backyard. It was very nice. Anyway, Trey was fearless in the pool, and even jumped off a ledge into our arms. Over and over.
Poor Papa. Papa had Achilles surgery last Sunday but was still able to come with us. Unfortunately he couldn't swim with us or even come down to the beach. He and Trey spent some time playing in the room. Trey helped Papa with his "golf clubs" (crutches) and worked on decorating the cast.
The highlight of the trip for Trey was the owwobaydos (elevators). He asked to ride the elevators at least 50 times a day, for the sole purpose of pushing the "triangle buttons" and "circle buttons". Other than the time he pushed the button to set the alarm off, that worked out OK.
Trey did very well overall, even in the car. Oh, by the way - two notes of interest on Trey. First, as most know, he is a very energetic child. Turns out that when he is confined somewhere (like a car) and unable to get that energy out, it turns vocal. The kid talked for Five. Hours. Straight. Mostly to himself, sometimes very loud, sometimes in the form of a song. He only stopped to go to sleep. I hate to say that it grated on my nerves, but it did. Sigh.
The other note of interest is that before we go on vacation again, whenever that is, Trey must be adapted to a big-boy bed. Poor kid, we put him in his pack and play, knowing that it would be a little cramped. When stretched out, he maybe had 1" extra room in that thing. The big-boy bed scares me. Even more than potty training. Oh help.
Back to the grindstone. Brandon is back at school today, Trey begins his Giga/Nana/Mama rotation, and I'll just keep on keeping on. It was a nice break.
Trey was not as fearless this year, and had to be coaxed into the water.
The tide was pretty strong, and most times once the waves hit his feet and started pulling back out, Trey would yell, "Or not!" and run back up on the shore.
He was content to pick up seashells, dig in the sand, and go get water to build a river. Of course the river never became a river, since every time Trey insisted on dumping the bucket of water, he poured it down his front. And then there was time to build sandcastles with Daddy and Giga, and we all know that what goes up must come down. Sometimes in dramatic fashion, as Trey would scoop up part of the tower and sling it everywhere.
We also swam in the lazy river pool, and rest assured at this moment Brandon is somewhere trying to figure out how we can build one of these in our backyard. It was very nice. Anyway, Trey was fearless in the pool, and even jumped off a ledge into our arms. Over and over.
Poor Papa. Papa had Achilles surgery last Sunday but was still able to come with us. Unfortunately he couldn't swim with us or even come down to the beach. He and Trey spent some time playing in the room. Trey helped Papa with his "golf clubs" (crutches) and worked on decorating the cast.
The highlight of the trip for Trey was the owwobaydos (elevators). He asked to ride the elevators at least 50 times a day, for the sole purpose of pushing the "triangle buttons" and "circle buttons". Other than the time he pushed the button to set the alarm off, that worked out OK.
Trey did very well overall, even in the car. Oh, by the way - two notes of interest on Trey. First, as most know, he is a very energetic child. Turns out that when he is confined somewhere (like a car) and unable to get that energy out, it turns vocal. The kid talked for Five. Hours. Straight. Mostly to himself, sometimes very loud, sometimes in the form of a song. He only stopped to go to sleep. I hate to say that it grated on my nerves, but it did. Sigh.
The other note of interest is that before we go on vacation again, whenever that is, Trey must be adapted to a big-boy bed. Poor kid, we put him in his pack and play, knowing that it would be a little cramped. When stretched out, he maybe had 1" extra room in that thing. The big-boy bed scares me. Even more than potty training. Oh help.
Back to the grindstone. Brandon is back at school today, Trey begins his Giga/Nana/Mama rotation, and I'll just keep on keeping on. It was a nice break.
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Looks like y'all had a fun vacation.