A trip to Block Island, and this time he was fairly aware of what was going on. He wasn't too sure about the boat ride, but then, we weren't either - it was pretty rough this morning.
Grampa picked us up at the boat, and we installed the carseat and headed over to the house.
We saw all the new construction, but Asa seemed more interested in Grampa's beard, and nose, and mouth...
Asa also got to meet some cousins, which was a lovely surprise. Unfortunately, Mummy didn't get as good a picture as she thought she did.
More snuggles at lunch with Grampa and Beth. We tried a restaurant high-chair for the first time... it helped to have Mommy's jacket tucked behind him. He actually did pretty well through most of lunch.
Then, because Asa fell asleep in the car, we took a leisurely drive around the Island, starting at the Abrams' farm. Mommy had never been there, and couldn't stop talking about the yak. If it was, indeed, a yak, and not a Scottish-longhorned-longhaired sheep, like Grampa thought.
Asa woke for a few minutes in the car, but went back to sleep with his favorite (and rarely-allowed) soothie.
Then back on the boat, which was much more fun the second time...
... I just wish I'd gotten a picture of his first boat-dog experience: two golden retrievers, one of whom took great pleasure in licking the rest of Asa's last meal off of his hand. Mmm, peaches!
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