Quinn hated the water on the first day. Hated the sand. Probably hated all of the noise, too because he was a little bit of a sad beach baby on day number one. But the next day was different, & once Grandma got a hold of him for a few minutes & spent some serious time acclimating him, he was the happiest of beach babies - albeit with sand in all sorts of uncomfortable places. But really, I think that St. Thomas soothed him. He was a mostly-perfect baby all week long, loved playing in the water, perfected his sitting up skills on the sand, took record-breaking naps every day & never got sunburned. Victory.
A few Instax photos from our trip. I solemnly swear to post my digital photos... before the end of summer. I'm only half kidding.
(And yes - Q wore the same hat every single day, thanks to Mike informing me that his 2nd option looked like a girl's hat. Sigh.)
























