Friday, April 3, 2009

A week in Texas. AKA. You can do 6 days on fruit and no naps.

Joaquin and I got home this evening. To a very happy Papi that his family had made it back safely. Watching Joaquin see his "stuff" and know he was home was a really cool experience. As much fun as he had with his cousins, he was really going on a LOT less sleep and a LOT LOT less food. He lived on grapes and whatever Cheerios he could forage from Uncle Matt. And no nap unless it was on a person, preferably on Grandpa Tommy in a porch swing.

But we are back. He gladly kicked the mirror facing his carseat and turned his music on before he was even in the straps. And he ran into his bedroom to make sure the crib was still there.

He went down without a peep after EATING REAL FOOD.

It was a fun week. And I need to go through all the video and photos and start uploading quickly, but I am tired tired tired.

Here's one. Cousins can go to the beach together. Rockport Beach, Texas.