Be prepared to be bombarded with stories and pictures...since I blogged last, we have travelled to far off lands, America has a new Idol, and Bryce has started grammar school (will be explained in one of the many blogs to come).
Let's start off with the little mini vacation Bryce and I took down to Grandma's house (no wolf involved or big teeth) in Ellenton. We loaded the car (who would have thought a 17 month old would need so much stuff (crap)), prayed that the rain would hold off until we got there, and hit the road. We stayed Friday night through Sunday afternoon and really had a great time. Bryce warmed up to Nona quickly and made himself at home. Bud took us to breakfast on Sunday and we played and napped and ate cookies and candy.
Here's a short montage...again easier than posting individual pictures (lazy, I know): I couldn't find any decent music..everything was a little "blah" and "funeral-like" so I thought the music to the left would fit just fine! Enjoy! (but don't blink becasue you will miss it):
We went to the beach that Saturday morning (thank God for GPS because I knew the beaches were all around us but didn't exactly know how to get to one...).
We ended up at Coquina or Bradenton Beach, still don't know which one, and unpacked all of the necessary beach gear (umbrella, HUGE bag-o-beach-toys, 3 towels, chair, diaper bag with way too many snacks and drinks for a 17 month old to possibly consume in a 2 hour trip to the beach, and baby). 
I managed to lug it all to the beach in one trip (managed to only sprain one of my wrists) and we claimed our spot near an old pier. 
It wasn't too crowded but of course Bryce managed to befriend the ladies sitting to our right...he offered them pre-chewed crackers and shells as a peace offering. They were sweet and thought he was cute (who doesn't). 
We played in the sand and collected shells and went into the water. He wasn't too crazy about the water until I made a game out of jumping over the waves. We hung out and ate and ate- cheese, grapes, crackers, lunch meat...pigged out. 
Played with a bottle of water (no Dad, we didn't bring beer...they were out of BudLight and Bryce doesn't care for Budweiser). 
Played with a bottle of water (no Dad, we didn't bring beer...they were out of BudLight and Bryce doesn't care for Budweiser). Overall, it was a fun day, just the two of us...and the 3 girls that plopped down next to us. They had no idea that they would be entertaining/babysitting a little boy when they decided to have a girls day at the beach- quiet, relaxing afternoon, bird watching or reading their books....WAKE UP BEACH NEIGHBORS!!! Bryce would run over to the one girl laying on her towel and point at her and then run back to me like he was shy. This lasted about 10 minutes. They would laugh and say she has a new friend (stalker). The relationship quickly progressed and turned sour when Bryce started throwing sand. First on her towel...cute. Then her water bottle..."No-no Bryce". Then he wanted to show her who was boss of the relationship and pelted her with a handful of sand- right in the face....TIME TO GO.
She was nice about it, said she had a niece about his age. I quickly packed up everything (the crap) and snatched him up. He was upset that he had to leave his new love.
I never knew how hard it was to run in the sand. Try it while carrying 40 pounds of CRAP.
(Lovely, relaxing, Mom-and-son beach day).
I know Dad, should have bought the Budweiser.
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