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Recently, we took a vacation to Florida to see Britney and Cadence. Now this was not Ryne’s first vacation, but it was his first vacation since he was nine months old and a lot has changed between months nine and 17. So I apologize if this blog entry is redundant in any way, but this seemed like our first vacation with this “version” of Ryne.
Highlights/Memories:
How Ryne screamed during his first up-close encounter with Atticus (Britney’s dog) and practically jumped up my leg. However, it is safe to say that Atticus was Ryne’s best friend by the next day and for the remainder of our visit. Most of you have seen (if not, check Facebook) the great photo of Ryne pushing Atticus around in the baby stroller.
Ryne not liking the beach, Gulf of Mexico, sand, etc. He didn’t want his feet in/on the sand, and he didn’t want to go into/near the water. This is fine with me because I don’t want much to do with the beach (other than looking at it from afar) either.
Ryne loved swimming in Scott’s hotel pool. He wanted to get into this water whenever he had the chance. I loved, when he would be swimming in the pool, and he would dip his little face into the water.
Ryne hasn’t napped much with Mom and/or Dad since he was just a little baby. Ryne fell asleep on me for a nap not once, but twice. Not only did he fall asleep on me twice, the first time was on the beach and the second time was at a baseball game! Needless to say those two moments were enjoyable.
Ryne going nuts on John’s Pass after dinner on Tuesday. It was liked he morphed into someone else. The amount of energy that he possessed after a day in the sun was quite odd (although funny). He wouldn’t stop moving, err running, through the boardwalk…this then led to him not calming down/going to be until somewhere around 11pm!
Scott and I took Ryne to a spring training baseball game (Phillies/Twins in Clearwater). I will admit that I am over-ambitious when exposing Ryne to these types of things at such a young age. He is much too young to sit through them/appreciate any of it, but I love it. I love the idea of going to a game with my son. Ryne was restless, he was tired, and his incoming teeth hurt. It was a beautiful day, and what better way to enjoy a beautiful day than at a baseball game? I didn’t really get to watch much of the game until Ryne fell asleep in my lap during the sixth inning, and we left after the seventh inning stretch to beat the traffic (that was so bad coming into the game). This was fun, it was work, but it was fun. Unfortunately, Ryne will have no recollection of this day, but I always will.
“Sleeping” with Ryne in the hotel the night before we returned home. Ryne is a bed bully. He tosses, he turns, he hits, he kicks…it is impossible to get much sleep while in the same bed as him (I am reaffirming what Amy already knew ☺). I did enjoy it, though. Because of his constant movement in the bed (that cost me my sleep), I know/remember that he did sleep cuddled up next to me. I would not want this sleeping arrangement to happen on a regular basis, but once in a great while is okay.
The vacation was exhausting. We could never get Ryne to nap on his normal nap schedule. We could never get Ryne to go to bed at his normal bed time. He would sleep instantaneously whenever he became so exhausted that he could not remain awake any longer. Nonetheless, it was fun; a lot of fun. Like I said previously, Ryne won’t remember any of these vacations, but Amy and I always will.
Highlights/Memories:
How Ryne screamed during his first up-close encounter with Atticus (Britney’s dog) and practically jumped up my leg. However, it is safe to say that Atticus was Ryne’s best friend by the next day and for the remainder of our visit. Most of you have seen (if not, check Facebook) the great photo of Ryne pushing Atticus around in the baby stroller.
Ryne not liking the beach, Gulf of Mexico, sand, etc. He didn’t want his feet in/on the sand, and he didn’t want to go into/near the water. This is fine with me because I don’t want much to do with the beach (other than looking at it from afar) either.
Ryne loved swimming in Scott’s hotel pool. He wanted to get into this water whenever he had the chance. I loved, when he would be swimming in the pool, and he would dip his little face into the water.
Ryne hasn’t napped much with Mom and/or Dad since he was just a little baby. Ryne fell asleep on me for a nap not once, but twice. Not only did he fall asleep on me twice, the first time was on the beach and the second time was at a baseball game! Needless to say those two moments were enjoyable.
Ryne going nuts on John’s Pass after dinner on Tuesday. It was liked he morphed into someone else. The amount of energy that he possessed after a day in the sun was quite odd (although funny). He wouldn’t stop moving, err running, through the boardwalk…this then led to him not calming down/going to be until somewhere around 11pm!
Scott and I took Ryne to a spring training baseball game (Phillies/Twins in Clearwater). I will admit that I am over-ambitious when exposing Ryne to these types of things at such a young age. He is much too young to sit through them/appreciate any of it, but I love it. I love the idea of going to a game with my son. Ryne was restless, he was tired, and his incoming teeth hurt. It was a beautiful day, and what better way to enjoy a beautiful day than at a baseball game? I didn’t really get to watch much of the game until Ryne fell asleep in my lap during the sixth inning, and we left after the seventh inning stretch to beat the traffic (that was so bad coming into the game). This was fun, it was work, but it was fun. Unfortunately, Ryne will have no recollection of this day, but I always will.
“Sleeping” with Ryne in the hotel the night before we returned home. Ryne is a bed bully. He tosses, he turns, he hits, he kicks…it is impossible to get much sleep while in the same bed as him (I am reaffirming what Amy already knew ☺). I did enjoy it, though. Because of his constant movement in the bed (that cost me my sleep), I know/remember that he did sleep cuddled up next to me. I would not want this sleeping arrangement to happen on a regular basis, but once in a great while is okay.
The vacation was exhausting. We could never get Ryne to nap on his normal nap schedule. We could never get Ryne to go to bed at his normal bed time. He would sleep instantaneously whenever he became so exhausted that he could not remain awake any longer. Nonetheless, it was fun; a lot of fun. Like I said previously, Ryne won’t remember any of these vacations, but Amy and I always will.
