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My Little Beach Bum

Well, it's official.  You can indeed travel with an infant.  And it IS still enjoyable!   I hated when I was pregnant and people would tell me that I better enjoy the trips I'd taken because I could never go anywhere again...  Packing wasn't actually even that bad.  I took my one suitcase that I always take, and it did weigh 49.5 pounds.  But we made it just fine.  Security is really nice about letting you carry on liquids for a baby, so that wasn't bad either.
 Paisley was once again a champ about the travel and never whined or cried at all.  It took us about 10 hours total to get to the airport, two flights, one layover, and the shuttle to the resort.  She napped several times, ate snacks and played with toys.  And if it were acceptable to let your child pull the hair of the person in the seat ahead of you on the plane, she'd have been thrilled!
 Our resort was really beautiful and had lots of trees and animals.  The beach was perfect and the water was gorgeous.  It rained 3 of the days we were there, but Paisley thinks rain is hilarious apparently.  We would even stay in the pool during the rain and she didn't mind at all.
There was plenty of stuff for her to eat at the restaurants and she even got to try lots of new things.  She loves refried beans, but her diapers have been no laughing matter since the trip!!!   We tried to let her sleep in the crib provided by the resort which amounted to a thin mattress from 1960 supported by a crib made from popsicle sticks.  I can't imagine why she didn't want to sleep in it...   So she slept in my mom's bed with her.  (She transitioned back into her crib just fine last night and is in there again now.)
She learned a really cheesy grin while we were there.  Turns out she thinks hispanics are the absolute best and wants to make them happy.  So she started waving more than ever, blows kisses and smiles from ear to ear when a stranger walks by.  What we noticed is that the natives there are very affectionate to kids.  They always say hi to the baby when they pass by.  "Hola baby".  Super sweet.  And they feel very comfortable with picking them up, caressing their face, and holding their hands.  All things that I attempt to avoid with people at Wal-Mart, but it's really sweet in Mexico. 
Paisley has really expanded her vocabulary recently and it now consists of 8 words: duck, doggy, kitty cat, yeah, hi, ball, mama, dada.   And she's started to dance.  It's not good at all.  But it's SO cute!  She bobs her head to absolutely no rhythm at all and tries to shake her little adorable body.
 We would go to a show at the resort every evening after dinner and Paisley would usually fall asleep during them.  Which was amazing considering they were as loud as a rock concert usually.  And she'd sleep right on through.  And once again I was thankful that Miss P can nap/sleep anywhere and through anything.  Her ability to be flexible is crucial for vacationing to work out.  :)
She's still just walking holding one of our hands but hasn't quite figured out that she can do it on her own.  Every now and then I'll catch her standing unassisted, but she hasn't learned what she's capable of yet. 

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  1. Lucky! I can't even go camping with my son.
    You look freaking fantastic!!
    You are a hot mama!
    Paisley is adorable as usual love her little sun hat!

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  2. I'm so glad your trip was so great! The beach looked beautiful! Paisley is just too adorable in her ladybug outfit!

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  3. You are one lucky momma. Neither of my kids would tolerate ANY of that well. And they certainly don't sleep where they sit - they require ideal conditions to finally go to sleep, lol! No vacations with babies for us! We are traveling back home to MI next summer when they are both toddlers and I'm already dreading it! Anyway, I am SO happy Paisley is like that for you so you can have your fun trip:). Yay!

    Oh, and that must be part of the Mexican culture (touching other people's babies) because I live on the border and I notice at Target and the grocery store that it's the Mexicans who always come up and touch Jackson's face. It's so sweet that they love him so much (I mean, he is ADORABLE after all:)), but it's not necessarily socially acceptable here in the US to touch him - but they always do!

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  4. Such cute pictures! I'm so glad you had a good trip! Our's was a little more...ummmm...maybe exhausting but still fun. Elliott totally wanted to pull peoples' hair on the plane in the seats in front of us too...or play pick-a-boo with the people behind us. So funny! I can't believe she's talking that much either! So exciting!

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  5. People would tell me the same thing about traveling...going places with kids.

    I'm like you. Out little one's ablity to be flexible is awesome. WE have a somewhat scehdule. But she easily sleeps when she wants to or neesd to and you can feed her anywhere. It may take a bit longer to get out the door. I might need to pack a few extra things. But all in all we do what we did before but bring out little one along. its perfect.

    love that you had a great triP!

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