Vacation's Over?

Perhaps the reason I haven't posted in a little bit is because I'm in denial that vacation is over.

Not only has Puerto Rico come and gone, in all it's poolside pleasantness, but maternity leave (aka unemployment) is too.  I'm back in the real world and things move fast, fast, fast.

So before I fall into talk about work and life and waking up before the sun... let's revisit a few lovely moments.

The beach there was pretty chill, which was perfect for us G's.  Since neither J-Man nor I are really water people, in that we don't feel but so comfortable in the waves, the fact that the beach was more of a protected lagoon made us willing to risk wading with PDG.  As usual with new experiences, he was confused, but smiled and didn't complain.

It was pretty hot, though, so we did have to start the sunscreen a bit before doc would've preferred.  My justification is a little sunscreen is better than a burn, right?  Eh, it's done now.  

Visiting Old San Juan was fabulous. After a few hours we were crazy exhausted, and PDG slept through most of the tourist part, but we snapped  a bunch of photos anyway.  It was a great way to celebrate his 5 month birthday.

I keep looking forward to the day that we'll get a family photo and he won't look at the ground.  Now that he looks for dropped items, though, I think it'll be a while before the floor where his toys have gone is less interesting than some person behind a black box saying "smile."

This may be one of the last pictures of PDG sleeping well in random locations.  Now that he's in daycare he loves his crib and fought me pretty hard trying to get him to sleep in my arms at church last week.  For vacation, though, he had plenty of poolside catnaps.

The flights each way were pleasant.  Take that back, the time while on board was pleasant.  Boarding outside in the pouring rain in DC, running (with the stroller) through  Philadelphia's airport and nearly being left due to US Air's own ineptitude getting me my gate-checked items back, and having major delays on the return flight were all pretty awful.  The ride itself was smooth sailing.

Waikiki Beach was our favorite restaurant (yeah, Hawaiian name in Puerto Rico, odd).  It was right down the street and didn't have a creepy guy trying to convince us to come in like the place next door.  One night we even lucked out to be seated next to a birthday party.  Any reason to dance is a good one.

But we returned.  Back to reality.  Time to get focused on the next stage.  PDG has finished his first week of daycare, I've started back to work, and I'll be writing a few entries on those shortly.