Surprise! It's even harder to blog when you're traveling. Luckily my brother is generous and allowed me 15 minutes to upload photos and write a post. JK. He's nicer than that.
Iggy and I arrived in California a week ago. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the worst flight ever, but he proved me wrong. again.
We had a whole row to ourselves. He slept for the first two hours, and then snacked and read Moby Dick for the rest of the flight. I started reading Anne of Green Gables on my Kindle thanks to Dwija's tip. The collection is a dollar now but it was free last week. I first read the series in grade school, so it's sort of like reading it for the first time.
I thought about writing a "How To Travel With a One Year Old" post, but it will probably be something like "expect the worst, bring a million toys, all they will want are snacks". I even purchased a season of Peppa Pig and a bubble app. The ipad didn't even make an appearance. I'm not calling it a success yet. We still have three more flights before we are back home later this summer.
The second day here we went to In-N-Out. I'm pretty sure that's the first commandment for California visits.
My parents are in heaven. They love having me home.
And they were totally cool with Iggy tagging along.
The theme of the summer is water. Mm. That's probably the theme of every summer for everyone, pretty much everywhere.
Iggy loved the sprinkler...
... but things went sour and they've had a falling out.
When he's not sleeping in my bed he's hanging out in this little paradise of a pool.
My brother just asked Iggy if he could join him in the pool, and I don't think Iggy was keen on that idea.
Don't be fooled by the same pajamas in all of the following pictures. It just so happens that he's been wearing these pjs everyday. So all of the following photos are from different days.
I think this was taken at 10am.
This one might have been taken around 1pm.
In the last few months Iggy's hated the water, so now that he is showing interesting I'm letting him sit in the grass and soak up his cloth diaper with the sweet, sweet chilly water from the garden hose. Yolo, kid.