On Sunday, there was a military flyover along several beaches in South Carolina and you were supposed to wear red, white, and blue, and salute as the plane passed.
We may not have worn the right colors (I mean, hellooooo, bathing suits!), but our group had flags... very compliant, I thought.
We were stuck in the house feeding Jonah (shocker!), but we ran out as we saw the plane coming. Bib flapping in the wind, feeding tube all hangin' out, but daggonnit, we were determined he wasn't going to miss out.
Every year, the kids (count 'em - 13!) put on a little Fourth of July program that Matt's Aunt Melanie organizes. They are always so cute. It's supposed to be FOR the parents, but Jonah was super-clingy the first couple of days and was not happy to not be with Mommy.
This was pretty indicative of how things went with Jonah. I was struggling.
Our whole group.
"I'M UP PAST MY BEDTIME! AAAHHH!"
This was about all we saw until it was time to get Baby J to bed. Maybe he can stay up through fireworks next year. We'll see.
Aunt Melanie and her troop of semi-compliant actors.
Already PJed up, ready for the fireworks.
"I'M UP PAST MY BEDTIME! AAAHHH!"
This was about all we saw until it was time to get Baby J to bed. Maybe he can stay up through fireworks next year. We'll see.
It was a nice Fourth of July, but I honestly feel like we've only really been able to vacation these past two days. Before that, we were averaging about 16 minutes a day (yes, we counted) "vacationing". Needless to say, we were both frustrated, but we've settled into a better routine (and Jonah's willing to be without us for five seconds) these last couple days. I tell ya, I'm torn. As great as it is to be out of the house and have a change of view, it's tough to think about all the other kids playing in the pool and on the beach and knowing that, for now at least, Jonah has to be left out of all of that. It's bearable this year because he doesn't really get it, but I'm sad when I think about him realizing (probably by next year) that he's different and can't be in the sun, sand, and ocean like his twelve cousins.
I want so desperately for him to be able to do all those normal kid things. But he is LOVING his twenty to thirty minutes in the pool in the mornings, hanging out with his Granny and Grandaddy, and being around all these kids. I'm glad he's getting these experiences, and he really is being an angel. I couldn't ask for him to be any better. And best of all, he's sleeping until 8:15 every morning. Happy Vacation to ME!
