Trip to the Beach

We are BaaAAAaaacck.  From the Beach!  It was 7 glorious days with nothing to figure out except for what we were going to do for dinner.  So what if Ryder got Bronchitis, 103.5 fever, and scary weezing and flare ups of asthma the first day we were there?  And so what if we had to go to a random doc in a box at Urgent Care?  Our 102 year old doctor at first suggested we go to the Pediatric ER in Pensacola, which would've been an hour and a half away, but then decided it would be okay to just try the medicine and if that didn't work, then we could try the ER. 

So sick, middle of the night sometime.

Next morning.  Got there before the doors were unlocked and already a line ahead of us.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.  And watching Mickey on YouTube.

Sad place to be sick.  He just kept pointing down to the beach with a sad face saying "big water, big water"

Finally made it down.  The splash pad was a hit.

To be so sick, he was in the best mood of his entire life, I give props to his medicine.  Something was in there that made him the sweetest little boy.  The day his antibiotics were over was when the fussing came out, but he was still an angel, nonetheless.  We kept him out of the sun the first few days until he was fever free for 24 hours.  He still couldn't stand to be out there for too long of a time, it was so hot, 95-100 degrees the entire week.  But that worked out fine because between JM needing to get some work done and the rest of us either being burnt or exhausted, we were happy to sit up there with him when he needed to take a break or nap.

That was the longest we've ever been with Ryder day and night since I was on maternity leave.  I enjoyed this time with him so much and either he learned alot on this trip, or I just now noticed from being with him so much.  He would belt out songs that I didn't know he knew.  Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?  No clue that he knew this song, they must sing it at school.  His version:  Tinkle Tinkle lul STARRRRRR, how wonder you ARREEEEE.  Up.....so HIGHHHHH, diamond the SKYYYYY.    John Michael and I were shocked.  We just looked at each other trying not to laugh and interupt him.  He has also mastered Jesus Loves Me, Monkeys Jumping on a Bed, and "Grace", the song they sing before lunch at school.  I was blown away.

He was so funny, when he was ready to go somewhere else, or get up, etc., he would say "mone (c'mon) mama, mone daddy, mone Nanni, mone Gandaddy, mone T, until we all followed where he wanted to go.  And he does his little arm in the c'mon motion.  And he loved to tell everybody what floor we were staying on, "On Senen (7)."  I told him if he got lost he better tell whoever finds him what floor he needs to be returned to.

Ready to roll, with his Ole Miss hat and MS State cooler.  He takes both sides when he's with his grandparents who have taken him to the beach!

Grumpy ole' man

He would say "feeesh in da water" and do his fishy face

Getting glammed up for dinner, he wants you to look at his shoes.

Out to eat at Tacky Jack's

In case you were wondering, this is what happens if you give a child a lemon.

And this.

Nanni and Grandaddy

Lo' and Behold there was a sandbox/playground at the restaurant.  Life. Saver.

Anna Terrell's sweet friends came to the beach with us too!

Yup.  John Michael grew a stache' on this trip.

He was having more fun than he's letting on, promise.

Keep in mind we were at the beach from Saturday to Saturday.  And happy little Ryder's cheeks had to have been sore from smiling so much.  But nope, not on Thursday night at about 5:00, the exact moment we were heading out to have family beach photos made.  Here we are, getting ready to walk out the door.  Those teeth just had to slide on in at this moment, huh...

"Teef Huwwwwts" he kept saying.


Connie and her family were down at the beach when we were, so she took our pictures.  Ryder screamed and kept his hand in his mouth the entire time.  Or made this really weird face.  But she sure did great for what she had to work with (demon baby!)

Back on the beach.

The boys

As you have seen, family photos were not in the cards for us this time.  Let's just say I would not enter Ryder into a most photogenic baby contest this week...

Just tanning.

Now THERE'S that happy face.

He didn't want to get burned.

Our final night there we ate at Louisianna Lagniappe, so since we somewhat got nicely dressed, we attempted more beach pictures before heading out.

Ryder was not having that sand rub between his feet and his shoes.  Didn't like it a bit.

"Daddy Tiss" - He's so sweet.  He has to be even about everything.  If he gives one person a "tiss", he has to go around the room and name each person to give them their tiss too.  And it's always in a question form, "Daddy tiss?"  Mama tiss?"

We're giving up here.

 Grandaddy's had it too!
(just kidding, I think he was grabbing his drink here - bad angle!)

And Ryder's REALLY had it.

But WAIT! 
Is that a playground I see?

Why yes, it is.  HOT DOG!

Sprawlin out in the booth.  Milk in one hand and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on phone in the other.  He's square.


Now we're back and on our ole' routine.  Ryder is so over the highchair now, so he eats dinner at his little table.  When he's being picky, get out the taco's.  He'll scrape the plate clean, even used two spoons for this meal.

There's no sweeter goodnight.

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