Travels with Baby Part 2

Well we made it to the Vineyard and back with no major catastrophes (not counting a VERY tired baby who refused to nap) and only minor back aches from the loads of crap we had to cart to and from the ferry.

We like to think we vacationed as the locals (or “islanders” as they are called in MV) would; lazy, rainy mornings in the living room, drinking coffee and eating dough boys, meandering walks through the cottages and shops in Oak Bluffs, pizza and cold coffees at the artisan fair in West Tisbury, and long, hot days at Long Point beach followed by cold beers, shish kabobs and s’mores in the backyard.  My cousin’s two little ones, Cole (6 years old) and Gus (almost 3) absolutely adored Reese and it was so sweet to see them cuddle and kiss her all day long. Seeing them together brought on a full-fledged case of baby fever and I’m so looking forward to the day when Andrew and I will sit on lawn chairs in our backyard on a hot August day, watching Reese and her siblings snoozing on a quilt, exhausted after a long day at the beach.

We were so sad when Sunday evening rolled around and we had to head back to life on the mainland. I was hoping Reese would catch a nap on the ferry ride home ( she had been on a nap strike the entire weekend) but no such luck.  I consider myself pretty laid back when it comes to Reese’s schedule,  but it made me a little anxious that she wasn’t sleeping at all during the days. I think there was just too much going on and she didn’t want to miss anything. I don’t blame her, we’re pretty fun people. Ever the happy baby, she never got cranky so I guess I shouldn’t have worried.

That is, until we got home Sunday night. That was a battle. She fought us until about 10:30 PM when Andrew finally cranked up the air conditioning, spread a blanket on the living room floor and laid next to her until they both fell asleep, exhausted from their weekend on the island.

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