The Florida Trip, Part Four: Thursday

On Thursday morning, the sun was shining and the beach was calling.

So after taking a picture of the ocean from the balcony, I sent Pookie inside to be swim trunked and sunblocked.

And then we headed down to the sand.

The beach looked beachy.

The water looked watery.

The condo building looked big.

And Pookie looked confused.

But with a little guidance, Pookie got comfortable and acquainted himself with Jacksonville Beach.

He watched his toes mush into the sand.

He picked up seashells.

He may have tried to eat some sand.

And he ventured into the ocean with Daddy.

And while that was happening, we may have seen Grandpa Ed spying on us from the balcony.

Pookie dug into the sand.

Then he sat down and really got busy.

Emrick wasn’t the only one taking in the beach that day. Our condo unit contained a few boogie boards, and some of the boys were eager to give them a whirl. But D’oh! We forgot to bring them down to the beach with us. Knowing that Grandpa Ed was on the balcony, however, Chris took control of the situation, and carved a message into the sand…

… in 3-inch letters.

It worked, though! Like magic, several boogie boards spontaneously appeared in our possession! Marcus tried out one of them.

So did Chris and Nick.

Not pictured is me lying on the beach next to Sam and one of us isn’t wearing sunscreen.

Then we all came inside and showered and dressed, and Pookie wrote about his adventures in Grandpa’s planner.

The End.

The Florida Trip, Part Three: Wednesday

This chapter of the Florida trip covers just one day instead of two. That’s only because there are so many cute pics here, and if I went to Thursday there would be too many!

Wednesday morning was slightly cloudy, but it wasn’t raining. The forecast had said it might get sunny in the afternoon, but rather than sit in the condo waiting for that to happen, Marcus, Emrick and I set out on our own late Wednesday morning to go see the two different houses I lived in as a child. This is something I like to do whenever I am back in Jacksonville; I am always interested to see if there have been any drastic changes to the property. The last time I saw them was in the summer of 2007. I took pictures then too, so I think it will be fun to compare here.

First, we drove past the house on Shady Drive. This is the house my parents lived in when I was born, and I was in Kindergarten when we moved into a bigger house just a few miles away. I remember having my 6th birthday party in the new house. Despite being so young when I moved out of that house on Shady Drive, I remember it pretty vividly. Here it is in 2007:

Shady Drive house, 2007.

And here is it how it looked a couple of weeks ago:

Shady Drive house, 2012.

Are you blown away by the difference?! Neither was I!

2012

2012

But this next comparison will be a little more noteworthy. After Shady Drive, we drove by the house on Sanchez Road. This is the house we lived in from the time I was nearly six until I was twelve and a half. The summer before my seventh grade year, we moved to Ohio. So during pretty much all of my elementary school years (except the first half of K), we lived in the house on Sanchez. Here is what it looked like when I saw it in 2007:

Sanchez Road house, 2007.

It had been painted a bright yellow, which I actually rather liked. It was more cheerful than the grayish tan color it had been when we lived in it, and it made the house seem more welcoming. Other than the color, though, it pretty much looked the same as I remembered: a small second story (which is just a master suite) sitting on top of a large first story; and of course, there’s that flat roof that had been the bane of my parents’ existence. How many leaks did it spring when we lived there, Dad? The roof looks interesting and modern, but in an area that gets as much rain as Florida does, it proved to be problematic. This house was designed by the guy who built it and lived in it back in 1970: an architect with five children, if I recall.

Anyway, it was hard to imagine that anything about this house, besides the color, could change all that much. But here is what it looked like in June:

Sanchez Road house, 2012.

NOW are you blown away by the difference? Well, neither am I, but I do find it interesting. I actually already knew the roof had been changed. I googled this address a couple of years ago in a fit of bored curiosity, and found a real estate listing which boasted that the house had a “new, pitched roof”. Somehow, though, this isn’t exactly what I pictured. I think adding a pitched roof is a great idea, and hopefully solves the leaking issue, but something about the way the new roof slides down into the overhang from the old roof makes the whole thing look like a giant grass hut. Or maybe a space ship. It’s just not doing it for me, but whatever. I don’t live there!

After seeing the Sanchez Road house, we drove around the neighborhood a little bit. I noticed that the Pic N Save was now a Planet Fitness, but that the Winn Dixie, located in the same parking lot, was still there.

Next, we got some lunch.

After lunch, we hurried back to the condo because the sun was out! We decided to spend this first sunny day at the condo pool instead of the beach, mainly because we had bought Emrick an inflatable ring and we wanted him to try it out. He had never been in a swimming pool before!

We got into our bathing suits; dressed Pookie in a swim diaper and trunks then coated him in sunblock; and then a bunch of us headed down to the pool area.

Marcus walks Pookie down the stairs to the pool. That kid has no idea what he’s in for.

We gave him a minute to look at the pool before we brought him in. He pretty clearly didn’t know what to make of this big, blue hole filled with water, and he certainly showed no interest in entering it!

What IS that thing?

Since the water was cold and we knew it would be a little scary to Emrick at first, I sat on the edge of the pool and held him in my arms for a minute. Then I turned him around and dipped his feet in the pool to see what he thought:

POOKIE NO LIKE.

So doing a slow introduction to the pool wasn’t going to work. Or it was going to take hours. I got Pookie calmed down and then I asked Marcus, who was already in the pool, to bring the ring to the edge. My plan was to just pop Pookie into the ring, knowing that he would be upset right away, but hoping that Marcus’ presence right there with the ring would help Pookie calm down pretty quickly. And that’s pretty much exactly what happened. Little Pookie adapted pretty quickly.

Emrick, looking like he’s almost enjoying himself.

From left to right: my nephew Ed, Marcus, Emrick, my nephew Nick (in hot tub), my brother Chris

That pucker you see Emrick doing is actually the shape his mouth makes when he says, “pool”, a word which he had just learned that day and which he recited over and over again while floating along. Darn cute.

Poool? Poool? Poool?

So that was Emrick’s first pool experience. While he never seemed 100% relaxed, he definitely didn’t mind being in the pool beyond those first few seconds. And now that he knows the word, he has identified several water-filled reservoirs, including the laundry room sink, as a “pool.” He’ll get it all sorted out eventually.

After the pool, it was time to shower and dress because the family was headed to the Bonefish Grill for dinner that night.

Sporting a snazzy new shirt, Pookie was ready to live it up.

Once we were seated, Emrick was very excited to be given crayons he could use to color on the paper table cover.

We had a large party and the place was packed, so our group was split between two tables. We were a little disappointed to be split up like that, but the distance certainly didn’t damper things for Emrick and his Aunt Samantha. They had a pretty good peek-a-boo game going at one point.

Ever since we’ve been back, Emrick has had a renewed love for peek-a-boo. He covers his eyes with his hands for a few seconds, then the opens them up, grins wide and says, “boo boo!”

Once the hiding game with Sam was over, Emrick lifted his shirt and pointed to his belly button. Isn’t that how all dinners out should be concluded?

That was Wednesday, folks! Tune in to find out what happened in the last days of the week. There will be canons!

As an aside, Emrick has been running a fever since this morning (Monday). Actually, I think it started Sunday night because his sleep was rough last night. I’ve been giving him baby/toddler Advil, which brings his fever down pretty quickly, but after a few hours, his body temp climbs back up. He doesn’t appear to have any other symptoms so far, but we’re keeping an eye on his temperature obviously. It is not a low-grade fever. I have gotten readings as high as 101.5. But according to several sources on the infallible internet, a child’s fever generally doesn’t need professional attention unless it is over 103 (in an underarm reading, which is what we do), or if it’s accompanied by serious symptoms. Like I said, the fever itself seems to be the only ailment, so I am hoping it doesn’t get worse. I hate for my poor Pookie to be sick.

The Florida Trip, Part Two: Monday and Tuesday

MONDAY

By Monday, Emrick had started to warm up a little… at least with some of the folks!

Emrick shows Aunt Sam his book about trucks.

Here is Grandpa Ed, teaching Emrick how to bump heads. This little activity is now a part of Emrick’s daily repertoire.

Emrick even found and explored the pantry, leading to his discovery of the popcorn stash, or as Emrick calls it, “tock torn”. He loves the stuff and is quickly becoming a tock torn fiend.

Emrick even found a bunch of rope. Yikes. After snapping this pic, I quickly took it from him and put it on the topmost shelf of the pantry. Toddlers playing with rope just doesn’t seem like the best idea!

So do you notice all of the indoor pics again? Yeah, that’s because Monday was gray and rainy, just like Sunday had been. But you don’t need to worry about our poor vacation! No indeed, because as if Emrick weren’t entertainment enough, some of us condo dwellers found ourselves a bit curious and perplexed by an interesting fellow who was standing on the beach walkway visible from our balcony.

What interested us about this guy was a few things. For one, he was standing there for a loooong time doing nothing really. Once we noticed him, we would be hanging out in the condo and every once in a while someone would look out and the guy would still be there. Hey, that’s his right, right? But there was something in his occasional, restless shifting that kept us curious, and we wondered aloud what his story was. Is he waiting for somebody? He kind of looks like maybe he’s waiting for somebody. But it’s been forever and nobody has shown up, so he must be a lifeguard. But if that’s the case, then why isn’t he sitting in the lifeguard chair a few yards away? And anyway, doesn’t he look a little old to be a lifeguard? But maybe he’s not old at all… maybe he’s just overtanned and leathery which makes him look older than he really is? But wait, maybe he’s not over tanned; maybe he’s naturally olive. No, that’s orange, not olive, so probably not natural. Plus he has blond hair. No, that hair is gray. Ah, but then that means he is old. Old and tan. Really tan. And maybe really old too, which means he’s probably not a public beach lifeguard, which brings us back to wondering what this guy’s story is, which must certainly be fascinating.

Then! Finally, the guy made a real move. He did a few stretches and then descended the stairs.

Ah, of course! He’s going to go for a run on the beach, Chris concluded. And of course, that made so much sense! Well, right on! Good for him! The dude was just resting up, stretching and then getting on his way! Here’s to the elderly staying active!

Except.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs?

The dude. sat. down.

And then after a little while, he repeated the whole sequence. Standing and staring into nothingness, then stretching, then going down the stairs, then sitting down, then going back up, etc.

Anyway, a short time later, Chris, Samantha, and Samantha’s boys, Ed and Nick, got sick of not being on the beach during their beach vacation (of course!) and decided to go for a walk along the shore. The lingering cloudiness was enough to keep me away, but I picked up my camera one more time, just in case anything interesting happened when the group walked by this mysterious figure. And how could something interesting not happen?

Nothing interesting happened.

But when the group returned, they reported that the man appeared to be a white male, approximately 132 years old.

TUESDAY

The highlight of Tuesday, yet another rainy day, was going to Woody’s BBQ for lunch. Woody’s was our family’s favorite BBQ place back in the 80s, and we do not ever make a visit to Jacksonville without eating there at least once. Enjoying a meal there is such a family tradition, in fact, that I had assumed that there would be a day in the week where we all went together in one big group. But when my parents returned from their “errands” on Monday, my dad revealed that he and my mom had gone to Woody’s for lunch by themselves!!!!

!!!!

Just in case, you don’t understand: !!!!!!!!!!

While Mom and Dad were sneaking lunch at Woody’s, the rest of us were back at the condo, heating up a Digiorno’s frozen pizza (not even delivery, y’all!) and wondering if that night would be the night that we all got to go to Woody’snot knowing that as we wondered this, Mom and Dad were already there. Yes, they were sitting in a booth at Woody’s, smacking down on sliced pork sandwiches served on garlic toast with mustard-based BBQ sauce.

When I rung this fact from my dad’s happy mouth, he couldn’t help but laugh. Maniacally.

But the next day, Marcus, Emrick, Sam and her boys and I went to Woody’s for ourselves and enjoyed a delicious lunch!

I wish I had kept that Woody’s cup! 

Bones and scraps. I’ll bet this picture makes you hungry for BBQ, doesn’t it? 

I have no idea why Emrick is giving that straw the beer bong grip, but it’s the only reason I am including this pic!

That night we hung out in the condo where Emrick continued to grow more comfortable around his stranger-relatives.

Emrick sitting happily in Aunt Sam’s lap.

Emrick enjoys Grandma Cinda’s tri tip while sitting in Grandpa Ed’s lap. We all agreed that the delicious and tender roast, prepared by Grandma, more than made up for the Woody’s Fiasco of 2012.

 

That was Tuesday.

Stay tuned for the next installment. The forecast says sunshine!

 

The Florida Trip, Part One: Saturday and Sunday

SATURDAY

On Saturday, the 23rd of June, Marcus, Pookie, and I flew to Jacksonville, Florida for a Morgan family reunion at the beach. Why Jacksonville? Because that’s where my siblings and I grew up, and once every few years my parents rent a condo at the beach and some of us get together for a week. Not everybody can do it every time, but this year it was the whole fam damily! My parents, all four of their kids, and all five of the grandkids were together for a whole week. Since all of Emrick’s cousins on my side live on the other side of the country, he had only met one of them (Nick) before this trip. This was the first big get-together since Emrick was born.

So we were pretty excited at the proposition of a sunny week at the beach and spending time with folks that we don’t get to see too often. Less exciting, however, was the proposition of flying across the country via a connecting flight in Dallas with a sometimes restless 21-month-old who had never been on an airplane before. We weren’t sure how Pookie would handle it, but we figured our best bet was to make the experience seem as familiar to him as possible. First, he got his own airplane seat, which wasn’t required because airlines allow children under two to travel for free as a “lap child.” But there was no way in the world that Emrick was going to patiently sit on anyone’s lap for two two-hour flights. The idea is utterly preposterous, in fact. So we opted to get him his own ticket/seat. The second thing we decided to do was to bring along his car seat and strap that into his airplane seat. He’s used to the car seat and knows that when he is in it, he must stay there. So that’s what we did and overall, he handled it very well.

Emrick, waiting to board the plane.

Emrick, looking like he is about to take a nap but never actually doing so for the entire day of travel.

SUNDAY

We didn’t get to the condo until after 1 AM Saturday night, so it was Sunday before we saw most of the family. Marcus and I were beat, but somehow a few of the others were up for a song and dance. Literally!

Chris and Samantha reprise the family-famous rendition of Ballroom Blitz, a la the circa1978 Morgan home movie.

In addition to all my siblings, nieces and nephews, I also got to see my Aunt Janet (sitting) whom I hadn’t seen in many years, and her husband Steve. They drove up from the Tampa area to see everybody. It really was a family reunion!

Janet helps Pookie get his flash cards back into their holder, while my dad looks on. She also brought Emrick a darling book called Who Stole the Moon? Emrick has asked to read it every day since we got back. It’s really cute. I’ll take a picture when I get a chance.

Emrick tries to fit his new, plastic pig into his flash card holder, but it isn’t working.

Now, here’s the deal with Pookie. He’s a shy kid at first. He doesn’t mind being around strangers, just as long as they at least sort of ignore him! He wants to scope you out for a while before he feels sure that you’re safe. Until then, you can expect any overtures you make to be met with shunning, suspicion or tears. That’s his way. So while everyone was eager to get to know our little Emrick, he didn’t necessarily reciprocate. By the end of the week, of course, he was squealing and laughing and running and playing with every one, but on Sunday, the first day, he was definitely timid. On that first day, he had this suspicious side-glance going on at least half the time. It was funny and adorable. Here’s Emrick doing the side-glance even in response to Kelly’s kind approach:

Emrick minds his own cookie and hopes the stranger will give up on him!

Indeed, on Sunday there was lots of music, flash cards, cookies, and side-glancing. Why? Because outside of our beachfront condo, the view looked like this:

Wah, Wah. Luckily, it was still fairly warm, despite the rain, so dinner was enjoyed outside on the balcony. The view directly in the background here is the view to the north, so no beach there.

But the view from the east side of the balcony was this:

A gray and gloomy ocean, but hey! Still an ocean.

Right?

Stay tuned for for the next installment to find out if the weather perked up!

Florida!

We just returned last night from a week-long trip to Jacksonville Beach, Florida. We are still exhausted, and at least one of us is sunburned. So it may be a couple more days before we start posting about it. For now, here is a teaser pic of Emrick on the beach.

 

Bedtime Play

Sometimes, after we get Emrick bathed and jammied, he gets a few extra minutes to play and blow off steam before bed. If he’s not quite ready for
“sleepy time”, he spends those few minutes running around the house, screaming and laughing and nearly colliding with walls. But if he’s ripe for bed, then that down time often allows for a certain… oh, let’s call it a charming irritability… to show. When this happens, he is extra sensitive to being told he can’t do something, and it makes him very sad.

I am not the one who took this picture, so I’m not sure what Emrick is eyeing up there, but whatever it is, being kept away from it is having a profound effect on Pookie.

While I never like to see my baby cry, I can’t help but think that he has the sweetest sad face in the whole world!

Things got better after this, though. Marcus got a book down from the shelf and read it with Emrick. It’s called My Dad Loves Me. Luckily, I was in the play room by this point and could take some sweet pics.


It’s hard to tell from this pic (it’s hard to tell in person either for that matter), but that thing Emrick is doing with his arms? That’s his monkey impersonation. And he’s doing it after looking at a picture of dogs. That kid!

After being reminded that those are dogs and not monkeys, Emrick recalls that the neighbors have a dog, whom he sometimes sees from our backyard. He’s pointing to the back door of the house (where we exit to play in the yard) and saying, “Doggie? Doggie!”

Finally, Emrick matches up his monkey imitation with the right picture!

And then he went off to bed and dreamed of rocket ships and monkeys. The End.

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