Our days start early here in Maine, where the lobster men take their noisy diesel boats out around five, invariably waking Wesley up from his sound-ish Pack and Play slumber. Going back to sleep is not an option when there are grandparents to cuddle you, blueberries to eat, brothers to torment, and rocks to eat. So Ryan's been getting up with him. They amuse themselves by eating bananas and taking pictures, apparently. I amuse myself by going back to sleep next to Charlie, the two-year-old teenager who now sleeps until eight.
Before you feel too sorry for Ryan, know that he sailed with my dad for two hours today. The sailed around an island for goodness sake.
Sometimes after breakfast Charlie likes to dress like a Christmas Elf and head to the front yard for some driving practice. Common goals for my brother-in-law are to hit the boat or the pine tree, but Charlie is usually satisfied with chipping it into the water. It's a bad week to be a bird or sea creature.
When more a sedate activity appeals, we like to sit on the porch and watch the scenery. My aunt is wearing her swimsuit in this picture because she and Ryan and my sister and brother-in-law are a bunch of crazy fools who thought it would be fun to jump in the freezing water and swim around. Having renounced peer pressure as a driving force in my decision making, I abstained. Although they seemed to be having fun, I have no regrets. I was more than happy to listen to their shocked yelps from the comfort of the front porch.
Charlie has been chomping at the bit to throw rocks into the ocean ever since he noticed the happy juxtaposition of a bunch of rocks and the ocean, so today at high tide we all trooped down there to do some rock throwing. Wesley preferred sunning himself on the rocks and splashing in tidal pools.
Charlie was dry in this picture, but he soon abandoned rock throwing in favor of jumping in the cold water all the way up to his neck. Later he put on a lifejacket and jumped off the dock into Ryan's arms in the freezing water. Crazy damn fools.
Charlie, Ryan, and I went for a family sail boat ride, which has been Ryan's dream ever since a faint pink line appeared on the pregnancy test in March 2006.
This evening we had cocktail hour on my grandparents' porch. Wesley the party animal promptly fell to sleep as soon as my mom started rocking her chair. All of the fresh air is making both of them sleep like rocks during naptime (which unfortunately does not overlap, at all resulting in an approximately five hour stretch in the afternoon during which I can't really leave the porch. Not that I mind that ONE BIT).
I could stay here forever.