"Oooohh, Mexico. It sounds so sweet, with the sun sinkin' low"

First flight and I don't see what the big deal was.  Thank God for my BOSE headset or else I would have had to listen to the crying babies!

Not much of a beach for my first, but there were large birds with fish in their mouth pouch to talk with.

My "Very Good" Uncle Mike, he doesn't like Great Uncle yet, was great at holding me on the pool deck.

I know, right?  I've already requested a marble changing table for home.  Very elegant.

That was a few pounds ago, Dad.  Let's have 'em, it's hot and so is the pool scene!

Ahhh!   Winter babies wear . . . Trunks!

Why don't we live here again?  

Baby Blogger's Note:  This is a HEATED pool.  In the Caribbean, with an 82 degree ambient temperature, a heated pool.  It was like bath water, only no soap in the eyes.

Island shirt just in time for Happy Hour.

Grandpa Tom loved to spend time with me almost as much as he loved the ice cream delivered to seaside.

They put me on the back of an 11 foot 600 pound sea mammal.  Good call, parents.  I did not op for the "ride" choosing instead for some foot sanitizer.  I thought the way the fish talked was pretty funny though.

After a close call with a sea monster, I hit the bar. . . for let's just say "awhile" and leave it at that. . .

Nicest place for a nap in the late afternoon.  Sounds just like my sound machine at home!

Getting home was a snap.  Plenty of room in Baby Coach for me to spread out.