
One of the problems with being an infant, is that you sleep right through many of your "firsts". I get all excited about some monumental first of Marin's; I get her all geared up, and she sleeps right through it. Case in point: her first parade over Memorial Day (right).
Recently, Marin slept right through her first boat ride. We all headed down to Jason's family's lake cabin last weekend. We had a great time visiting, grilling, and sitting by a nighttime campfire. Jason helped his cousin Neal
build a dock, Norah played ball to her hearts content, and Marin entertained us all as she cooed and smiled away. Saturday night when the days work on the dock was done, we all went for a boat
ride. Marin slept peacefully all bundled up and didn't move a muscle the entire ride.



She was much more lively the rest of our trip. Here are a few of the highlights, in picture form:






The next day we headed to my parent's house to celebrate my brother's birthday. That night,





Meanwhile... Jason and I went home to an alarmingly quiet household devoid of any and all responsibility. No dog to take out, no baby to feed... I wish I could say we did something usually wild and crazy with our free Sunday night, but instead we crawled in bed early and didn't make a peep until morning. The next day, the news channels and everyone at work was talking about the huge storms the night before. What storms?
We slept right through it!
Proof that Marin is already teaching her old mom and dad a few things.
2 comments:
mmmm...some sleep would be nice. I think you're onto something! She looks like a little dumpling in her swaddled pics.
Looks like so much fun! How wonderful to have a night off!
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