new house, new bed

 

With our move we have upgraded Charlie to a toddler bed.  One of our friends asked where we had gotten it because of its unique finish; she thought it was one of those shabby chic looks.  Nope, just shabby.  Charlie adored it from first glance.  "My bed.  Charlie bed.  My room.  Charlie room."

farewell castle cottage/kookaburra

Helping with the packing.

Seeing this makes me sad.  We're leaving the house where my kids were born and grew up.  It's all they've ever known.  And before we leave, Mr Beek will paint over the marks a family leaves on a home, including the notches of their height outside the kitchen.  It's sad but it is a good and necessary new beginning.  Farewell, Kookaburra.

ta da!

I took this because it kind of shocked me - not just that my two year old had managed to build something so tall without instantly destroying it, but also because this was such a shocking echo of a famous (to us) photo of my twin, Uncle Will, who had built a tower of blocks and stood beside it in almost exactly the same way.  It helps that Charlie has blond hair with a 1970's cut that matches Uncle Will's 'do of the photo.  So I sent this to Kim and Wardy Baby.  Their reply?  Uncle Will had just sent them a picture of Hugo in the exact same post with a tower he had built.  [insert eerie music] Maybe there is something to this twin thing.

Tombe

nakedness

 

 

back in bermy

 

Back in Bermy we hit up Monty's (aka Bouchee) for some greasy breakfast fare.  By the way, that's a milkshake Charlie is drinking, not a bucket of coke!

goodbye goodtimes

 

 

 

 

The cocoon broke open and we were released into the noisy reality of real life.   But then again, that is the reminder of how peaceful and relaxing the time on the boat was.  

good night good times

 

Schuyler really dug her cozy Goodtimes blanket and Julia surprised her with a unique display of the little known art of blanket writing.

sharks and ice cream

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Goodtimes is well named.

fuel up and move out

 

 

 

Per the previous post, where else could we sit our kids on the edge of a pool full of baby lemon sharks!?  It feels so nice for a place like this to treat you like a grown up rather than be pushed seven feet back behind a chain fence.  And, as you can see, we are being prudent with this new freedom.

 

under the sea

 

Charlie accidentally wearing the Gansta Fashion

 

 

 

Atlantis has many things you probably won't find elsewhere but most impressive among them is the seemingly endless aquariums and pools of exotic fish you would never get close to in a place with American-style tort law.   Where else would you (and your offspring) get to see manta rays glide through faux ruins or see a couple of hammerhead sharks in a lagoon with no fences to impede your view.

back to atlantis

This shot *almost* captures the beauty of the trip back...

"One day I'm gonna live in that house"

Captain Wardy Baby at the helm.

naptime