Boat and Boat

Last week the Brooklyn Boat met the California Boat. Our entire family wore matching Macs sweatshirts for the occasion, in the hopes that we would take a family photo. Even though we spent most of the week together (wearing our Macs sweatshirts every day, more or less), the family photo never happened. The photo below came close, but still only captured 1/3 of the family. You can see that the Brooklyn Boat displays a disgust for family photos that most kids don't develop until early adolescence. He's so advanced.

In the cabin with the Grub.

On the foredeck with Grandma Mac

Lifejackets

You can tell from the photos that it wasn't great sailing weather. It was 70s and sunny for most of the trip, except on Wednesday, when we went sailing, and it rained. We had better luck the previous afternoon, when we hit the beach with Julia.

At the beach

Sunset

California

Last night we came home from a week in California. We saw tons of friends and family, celebrated my Dad's birthday, attended a wedding and a BBQ, and took Roan to the beach for the very first time. Here's a sneak peak of our time out west; I'll post more photos in the next week...

The Lyons Men

Julia and Roan

Tickle, tickle, tickle...

Julia teaches Roan how to dance

Grandpa Mac, Roan, Julia

Seth and Roan

Roan and Ruth negotiate

Grandma Mac pushes

Pure Bliss

Thank you to Cindy for taking the first three photos!

Family Photos

As promised, here are some more photos from our trip to San Antonio:

Swingers

Last weekend we took Roan on his first plane ride to San Antonio, for a Lyons family reunion. He met his cousins Cassie and Julia for the first time, and they hit the swings (Auntie Leesha pushed)...

Then he swung with me:

Other activities included feeding the fish in the coy pond, a sweaty and demoralizing walk in the stroller (demoralizing because my mother-in-law kicked my ass, and Robot didn't even come close to falling asleep), lots of playing on the floor, watching Cassie climb trees, putting his feet in the pool, and his first taste of rice cereal.  More photos to come.

On the plane, Jay and I had our hands full keeping the Robot happy and staving off an over friendly passenger named Gill, who repeatedly offered to take Roan and do some magical baby calming technique that he refused to explain.  Here's a tip Gill: if you want anyone to let you hold their baby, don't make such a state secret out of what you plan to do once you get your hands on the baby, and don't wink so damn much.  Also: it's fairly normal and expected for me to sing to my baby, but it's kind of creepy when you do it from across the aisle.  Astoundingly, Gill was also on the return flight.  That's 8 hours of Gill.  When he saw us the second time he made some stalker joke that was way too close to home to be funny.