Splish Splash! Today was all about swimming and more swimming. Brady (or should we say SpiderBrady - the only way he has allowed us to address him on this trip) is becoming quite the little fish. Even more so, his imagination is booming. Today we buried Brady in the sand and he pretended that he was a rocket. He patted sand all around his belly -- he informed us that was his "seat belt"-- and after a loud countdown, he emerged from the sand yelling, "Blast off!"
Cash had quite the lazy tourist day. He 's getting two molars and has had a slight fever. He's obviously not an obsessive planner like his mommy. His first molar arrived the day of his birthday party and now he's growing two whoppers on our vacation. Talk about timing. Poor little guy!
By the way, Daddy has been fired from blog duty since he has passed out on the couch the last two nights. Sorry, loyal fans.
Cash had quite the lazy tourist day. He 's getting two molars and has had a slight fever. He's obviously not an obsessive planner like his mommy. His first molar arrived the day of his birthday party and now he's growing two whoppers on our vacation. Talk about timing. Poor little guy!
By the way, Daddy has been fired from blog duty since he has passed out on the couch the last two nights. Sorry, loyal fans.
