We just returned from our first cross-country trip to see the Florida family. I had expected the worst - a 5-hour plane ride with Sir Fussy, a 3-hour time difference screwing up an already tenuous nap schedule, overexcited relatives getting him all worked up - but it actually was a pretty terrific trip. Grant had a great time, but who wouldn't, being the Little Prince and all. If it wasn't so darn cute to see him walking around, I don't think his feet would have touched the ground.
He had lots of playtime with his cousins, Paige and Lindsay:
He got tons of attention from Great Grandma Fran and Uncle Keith, who is normally pretty indifferent to babies and other two-footed creatures but adores his nephew:
And the poor kid had more activity than he's ever had in his whole life, being schlepped around to the Del Boca Vista Clubhouse, the Delray Art Show, various family gatherings. Here he is, in a rare moment of rest:
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Put some shoes on that kid.
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