Sailing

Last weekend, a friend of mine from grad school and his wife took us sailing. Connor served as an excellent ambassador for future infants who may be granted boarding privileges. Because he lacks common sense, Connor was the only passenger on board who kept his PFD on for the whole cruise. We figured a cold, wet, floating baby was better than the alternative – should he decide to go overboard at some point. Luckily, he adapted to the vest quickly and stayed in the boat. In short, he loved it. Sadly, I left my camera in the car so you will just have to imagine Connor pointing at all the other boats, pointing at birds in the sky, and eating potato chips. Think “HUGE SMILE!”.

While on board, I learned that the cabin of a boat is probably the only baby-proofed place we’ve ever been to where a baby wasn’t already present. Everything is pretty much tied down, so that it doesn’t get thrown about if the water is rough. The door to the bathroom was fastened so that it could neither pinch fingers nor open, which provided a great deal of entertainment for Connor when he and I went down to the cabin during the docking of the boat. He couldn’t seem to figure out why he could open it a few inches and not quite get it closed – making a fantastic crashing noise as he tried both of these things.

Afterwards, he did try a bit of dock diving, but Ed thwarted his efforts. We went around to the beach so Connor could get his feet wet – and Connor promptly sat down, getting a bit more than his feet wet. This meant that Connor had to ride home in his little fleece snow outfit because we had failed to bring a change of clothes. He was sleeping and didn’t seem to mind – though we kept the cool air coming! At the beginning of this journey, we were very good about bringing loads of clothes, diapers, and anything else Connor might need. Seems as if we’ve become a bit lax.

Elaine