Let’s take a trip down memory lane and revisit the past week. We shook things up around here and took a break from our regularly scheduled programming, often known as life, to take a trip to the Jersey shore.
The Jersey shore is home of suns out guns out living, bad choices make good stories, Snooki, J-woww and other disasters. It’s also the home of the family friendly, alcohol free town of Ocean City.
We spent three sun filled days visiting friends last week and hanging out at the beach. It was a much welcomed diversion to the regularly scheduled programming of our life.
We packed up the car. That was a whole new experience for us. Strollers, pack and plays, diapers, beach chairs, beach umbrellas…I felt like I could start selling things out of my trunk. Gone are the days of itty bitty bathing suits and sundresses and on to the sippy cups, toys and mom wear.
We hung out with other babies, ate sand, took early morning walks and late night strolls on the boardwalk. Like a boss.
We came home and needed some recovery time. We then spent the latter half of the week teething, turning 8 months old and resuming the c25k schedule. It was a busy week but our motto for summer living is suns out, guns out or at least that’s what I learned on the boardwalk from the screen printed t-shirt.
Boss lady (jersey style)
We successfully logged one mini vacation with roundtrip air under our belts. My kid totally rocked the trip and was a baby of leisure while we were away. He must have gotten the vacation memo before we left.
He rocked the whole moving jet in the sky with no where to go but my lap on both legs of the trip. He also was the complete dream baby while we sat on the tarmac for two hours waiting for take off. Apparently there was some sort of tornado behavior in the northeast keeping me trapped in my seat. A heads up would be nice mother nature….jus’ sayin’.
We made sure to pack his favorites again while flying the friendly skies.
He did all the normal things a baby does while on vacation. He belly laughed when he met the pool and tried to eat his float. Cried when he met the ocean. Second meeting went a little better but he’s pretty much not a fan. He took his first big boy bath and shower and pretty much just chilled while chowing down on avocado.
The trip was all well and good until we returned home with an unsuspecting rash. I’ve developed a rash on my leg and my little one is developing one on his face. We’ve already been to the derm who says it’s no big deal. A little antibacterial soap can handle it apparently. Personally, I find it absolutely disgusting and google is not my friend right now.
I’ve determined that Florida can keep its crappy parting gifts and dirty disgusting rash inducing pools. I’ll keep my new swimsuits and maxi dresses. Thank you very much.