Beach baby

My little man and I went on a quick solo trip to FL to see his grandma and grandpa while they were in Daytona for a race. We made it through two flights and two crowded airports with only one minor airplane meltdown (which of course happened when the seatbelt sign was on and it was too bumpy to even try to break the rules and walk around...) BUT we survived!  He LOVED the beach, especially when quite a few alarmingly brave seagulls started circling above him while in the baby bjorn (mom was not as pleased with the proximity of the screeching birds and booked it out of there!). We had a great time, playing with grandma and grandpa's dogs, sitting in the sand, commanding every bit of grandma and grandpa's attention and staying up WAY past his bedtime to bask in their adoration... and of course, indulging in lots of naps in the ocean breezes!  AND his aunt Anne and uncle Bobby woke up early on a Saturday just to come see us off at the Orlando airport! Poor Carter was so disappointed to wake up the following morning to just his mom to entertain him... :)