The vacation started out with me trying to monitor Leo so that he didn’t pick all the marshmallows out of the bag of S’mores goldfish. By the end of the vacation I was not only picking the marshmallows out of the bag for him, I was also actively helping him prevent his brothers from having any. Baby Putin can be very assertive and very convincing.
Our hotel had lots of pools with fish in them and for some reason this orange fish became VERY important to Leo.
He could not leave the hotel room without seeing the “IYNTS HISS” (always in all caps like that), and he could not return to our hotel room without seeing it. He spent all day at Sea World among whales, dolphins, sting rays–all of it looking for an orange fish. He acted rather blasé about everything there, and the minute we got back to the hotel…”IYNTS HISS!!!” Sea World is so overrated.
I’ve posted before about how you can measure Leo’s tiredness by his hair. This is the level he reached on day two of vacation:
Seriously, any time he got near the crib at the hotel room he’d make a lunge for it. The first time we hit the beach, he dug a hole for himself, demanded me to mound up a pillow, and tried to go to sleep on it.
No joke—this really happened!
As the trip progressed and Leo’s Putinization became more and more complete, we wanted to get him a shirt that read “Crimea or Bust.” But we didn’t want all our bags to get searched on the plane ride home, so we had to settle for some post-trip photo shopping.
Before our trip Leo had been using the potty seat like a pro at home, but at the hotel he screamed when we tried to sit him on the portable potty seat we brought, and screamed even louder when we tried to put him on regular toilet. We are no strangers to kids screaming (in fact we don’t feel completely comfortable unless at least one of them is screaming) but this was a whole different level of terrified, so we had to just let the potty thing go. It drove me crazy.
The afternoon we got home Leo went potty on the potty seat thirteen times in a single afternoon so all my worrying was for naught. Although on second thought, maybe if I hadn’t worried so much he wouldn’t have gone potty thirteen times when he got home, so I guess it’s a good thing I stressed out about it after all?!
Okay, now I’ve made you scroll down at least once and I haven’t even finished about Leo yet. I’ll just sign off for now and promise you that there is yet more to come…