The trip started off very well: on our first flight we sat next to Christa and Karl (patiently awaiting their own grandchildren). They fell in love with Oly immediately and Christa held her more than I did during the flight. You can see by the picture below that the feeling was very mutual- she's staring adoringly up into her eyes.
When they get back from their vacation to St. Thomas they promise to read the blog (Hi guys!). I'm grateful to them because they helped me get over my initial plan for flying which was to not let anyone touch her and to try to minimize germs as much as possible (the media had successfully gotten me into a tizzy about swine flu) but seeing this lovely stranger kiss my baby's face brought me back down to earth. How could I deny anyone the joy that is holding this chubby child?
When we finally got to the house we promptly got into the (cool) hot tub at the house
It was both Allison and Lauri's birthdays and I baked them a cake- and then Bradley and Eric ate some before it was even frosted. Never let young men see food unless you want them to eat it right away.
What does Miss Oly Lou love best? Jumping. And she did A LOT of it in Florida. She even learned to jump softly while Jeff was sleeping.
Reading Architectural Digest with Andrew:
"Ooooh I just love the classic design philosophy that's displayed in this entryway."
"The french doors really transform the space, see?"
She had a special bond with Eric. We think she just really wanted to pull those luscious locks.
The highlight of the trip was definitely getting to finally meet her best buddy Jeff. They were quite the pair. (Notice the hoody- the weather wasn't great during our visit.)
But we did make it to the beach a few times. She played in the shade....
But mostly she napped.
"Wait, milk doesn't come out of knees?"
It was a wonderful trip.
Chats were had:
Holes were dug:
and many naps were enjoyed.
Perfect vacation.
