Or maybe

We put Lyla to bed around 9:00 last night, and she slept until 9:45 this morning. Julie and I finally went downstairs to breakfast without her and took the baby monitor. I'm not sure if that's a breakfast win or a parenting fail. Probably both. We finally heard her start babbling to herself, so I went to get her while Julie continued to eat for two.

Immediately upon entering the room, I could smell what had woken her. That diaper should be bronzed and inducted into the diaper hall of fame. Had it split open due to the stress of it all, I wouldn't have even been mad, just sympathetic. But it heroically contained all of that...that...what the hell even was it? It looked like something you'd jump into to search for a flag on Double Dare.

In other words, she Marc Summersed her pants.

Back in our room, we watched Sesame Street and got ready for the beach.


Julie correctly pointed out that the show is basically furry heroin.

These next three are in the cabin.




Our routine is that as soon as we arrive at the cabin, Julie and Lyla goof around while I make sandwiches for the cooler. Julie also gets a special sandwich to eat right then and there.

With the waves, the overcast skies, and the rested baby, the day became ideal for photos. Some of these are among my favorites of Lyla ever.


















We leave the day after tomorrow. Or maybe we'll just stay.