That’s right…Cosby did it. On his most recent-most conscious- visit to the beach, he ate the sand. Every baby eats the sand and every adult waits for them to do it. It’s something of a right of passage into further babydom or something. Quite honestly I wasn’t to keen on the idea. Out of six adults standing around Cosby, I was the only one who seemed to want to skip of this right of passage
“Oh Look! Cosby’s eating sand” “Yum, Is that good Cosby?” “Some one get that sand out of his mouth please!” “Oh! He’s eating more!“ Please stop letting him eat sand!” “He really likes it!“ “This is ridiculous! Cosby NO!”
As much fun as vacation is, it’s hard work with a baby. All the driving time, the un-taken naps, the late nights. In our total driving time, we had a crying or fussing baby at least 75% of the time.
With the complaining out of the way, we had a WONDERFUL time. We took down with us our friends Drew and Emily and their baby Poppy, who is 2 weeks older than Cosby (and much more advanced…long flowing hair, walking, 8 teeth and jabbering like a wallstreeter). Cosby loved the water, it’s not seeming that he has his mommy’s fear of H2O. We spent a lot of time just floating in the ocean and the pool. Our first night there, we ate at a restaurant called the Mellow Mushroom and Cosby drew his first picture with crayons, it looked something like a Van Gough and later that night we went to Barefoot Landing and he saw his first fireworks.
The beach was quite a milestone marker, and way to short a trip. I can’t wait to go back!