Two days ago, your Grandma Sue dropped us off at the Spokane airport, and we flew to Birmingham. But first we had to stop in Denver. And St Louis. I have to say, you were a perfect baby on all three flights. Your dad says that he was in college before he had been on as many planes as you have, and you have the luggage tags on your stroller to prove it.
Robyn and Scott picked us up in Birmingham and drove us to Granny Jack's house. Yesterday, you, Granny Jack, your dad and I all drove down to the beach and met up with Peg Peg and Tex. As always, you were a fashion plate, but it seems like you don't know what to make of all this attention and humidity.
Last night, we went out to eat at Acme Oyster House, where you tried crawfish and hushpuppies and ate half of Peg Peg's sweet potato fries. Don't tell Dr. Hoover.
This morning, we took you down to the baby pool, which you thought was the WORST THING EVER. THIS STINKS. GET ME OUT OF HERE. You even did your patented Crumple Face...
...until ten minutes later, when you thought the baby pool was the BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU, and you cried when we finally took you out.
This afternoon, we'll conquer the ocean, but first: The outlet mall!
Love,
Mom
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