Truman at the Beach

Lots of photos from our trip. I'll try to make sense of the sequence....


Truman's not one to show a lot of emotion one way or another, but here he obviously liked being in the ocean with his dad.



Okay, this one's just creepy. The sunglasses make him look both like an old man and a frat boy. Truman wasn't a big fan of the sunglasses, but they're cute and they did their job. (I think they were a gift from Heather, Wayne, Jack and Bridget. The design is very smart—a flexible band with velcro tabs holds them in place.)



Are we overprotective or what? The condo has tiled floors, so this was how we babyproofed. Luckily the beds had a lot of pillows and bolsters.


Sitting out by the pool in his super-cute alligator sunsuit, a gift from Grand Judy and Pop George (I think). He made a lot of friends with the other condo guests. Here he's chatting it up with a nice couple from Michigan (off camera).




Truman and Mom watching Dad swim in the ocean.


Truman was fascinated by the seagulls.



I had to work while we were there, so I regularly went down to the local gelato shop to check and send e-mails while Paul and Truman amused themselves in the condo. (This one could also be called "What happens at daddy daycare, stays at daddy daycare.")



We had to buy this tacky t-shirt in order to get this....



FABULOUS infant visor! It was so worth it. I saw this last year and always regretted not buying it. Luckily, the surf shop still had them. Doesn't he look like he deals blackjack in Vegas?



Mmmm, carrots!



Family portrait courtesy of a nice couple from Hawaii.



Sunrise from our balcony....



.... and sunset over the bay viewed from our kitchen.



Truman at the beginning of the seven-hour car ride home....



.... and at the end.