For the second half of the trip, we packed the rental car (a Kia Soul) and headed West to the other side of the state of Florida. While there we stayed at Ben’s grandmothers house with his Mom, Dad, Sister Lindsay and Uncle Mike. The weather was perfect so Tucker got to get more pool time.
Mom spent most of her time in the chair reading until Tucker joined her for a snack.
Which, if there’s anything we learned this week with Tucker it’s that he eats CONSTANTLY. I’m going to start packing him bigger lunches for day care!
Every morning on the West Coast, Tucker had breakfast with Bumpa (his word for Grandpa John). This picture is from dinner though, since breakfast was usually ate from the comfort of Bumpa’s lap.
Tucker and Uncle Mike.
Tucker and Grammy.
Tucker and Bumpa – probably my favorite photo of the week.
Making some important phone calls with Aunt Linds.
Bath time is always a hit regardless of where we are.
Of course, he did not want to leave. We felt like crying too, buddy.
First stop on the 2011 tour to Florida was the East Coast to visit my family.
“This things not a stroller, it’s a rocket ship”
-G. Friedel
Tuckered.
The lil man meets the lil ol lady.
At Abuela’s, Tucker kept walking in to the kitchen to visit Nina. It makes sense, we spend about an hour every day in the kitchen making dinner. He loves walking up to the counter with his hand outstretched for a taste of whatever I’m cooking. Tucker always tries what I give him and only about half of the time does it wind up on the floor.
Nina thinks he’s offering her his nesting containers, but really he’s trying to trade for some pork.
Who could blame him?
The next day, the family regrouped at the hotel for more baby time and birthday presents. The Popper reigned supreme as favorite new toy.
Followed closely by the play phone. We don’t understand how Tucker already knew how to use a rotary phone or real handset being that he has NEVER seen one in his life. But he knew.
And then there were the requisite pictures. Tucker is beginning to get used to this sort of thing.
The last day before heading West to Ben’s side of the family was spent poolside in my sisters back yard. It was too cold to swim but not too close to dunk the toesies!
