Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Finally Time...














































It's finally time to post some pictures from vacation. Brayden and I went with my parents to Sandestin, Florida. We had a great time. Brayden loved the "big boy" pool, it was really the kiddie pool, but it made him happy. He also liked trying to catch fish and building sand castles. I was glad that he would get in the sand because the first time he ever went to the beach he did not like the sand and would not put his feet in it. Brayden also got to tour the Ft. Walton Fire Department thanks to Fireman Doug. The fire station was right next to a place we ate for dinner so while we were waiting on a table we got to tour the station. Brayden drove go carts. He talked about it almost the entire time we were at the beach, and was looking forward to it so much! At The Track, the place where we played putt-putt and did all the other activities, they had mini go carts for little kids. Brayden was JUST tall enough to drive the carts by himself. He was so excited and I was a nervous wreck. Dad assured me that it was okay but I made it clear that I was not a fan of the idea of my precious baby getting into these go carts. When it was Brayden's turn to drive he gave the lady his 2 tickets and walked over to his car. He checked the car out, buckled his seat belt, and was ready to go. Now, these go carts did not go fast at all, and Brayden was too worried about looking at who was behind him to actually drive the go cart. He caused 2 traffic jams, and at one point all the other kids (there were 4 kids total driving) had lapped him and were actually behind him but 1 lap ahead of him. In Bray's mind he was winning. As he past the place where mom, dad, and I stood, Brayden looked behind him and as he drove away we heard "hahaha," almost like a villian from a cartoon. He was that excited that he won. He had the best time and it was a great trip. Here are a few pictures from our trip.


















1 comment:

Candace said...

It's funny how once your parents were scared for you to do anything, and now you are the nervous wreck - they say, "Aw, he'll be fine."

My how the tables turn.

Super jealous of the beach trip. We aren't going to August, and I'm about to die of withdrawls!