(Actually, I did by myself a shirt. And sunglasses, and a necklace, and probably more, had naptime not caused an intervention.)
Deep sea, midnight fishing for Father’s Day Eve. Unaware of the high skill level and experience of our fishing boat cohorts, we hopped on and swung those rented rods around like a 5 year old with a piñata stick. My family had some lucky catches, and Brian was especially persistent about catching seaweed on the ocean floor.
We visited our favorite beaches. Gus tried his first seafood in the form of a wiggling sand crab he swiped out of the sand. Brian pulled it back out of his mouth, but we now know Gus is particular about very fresh seafood.
We visited some of my favorite restaurants. This was the one day I almost brushed the beach out of my hair. Documented.
Brian and the rest of my family had other outings, but I opted to stay in the hotel with Gus so he could sleep. The end of the week was such that I stayed in the car for a couple hours, sifting through three cities’ Groupons, just so Gus would sleep undisturbed. I was happy to have a screenshot of a Snapchat after he woke up, so I can have proof that he’s got SOME of Mom’s genetics (if we can call the “Are you serious?” face genetic).
Gus is thrilled to be back in his own crib and sleep through nights in their entirety, without having to stand up in the Pack and Play every hour to check to see if Mom and Dad are STILL in his room and STILL not wanting to play all night.
He’s way more fun than his parents.