Mornings around here are pretty great. Isla starts squawking between 6 and 6:30am and one of us sleep-walks up to the vee-berth, opens the door with an anticipatory "I hear a baaabbbbyyy..." and are greeted by a very well-rested, bouncing little monkey with the biggest smile you ever did see (I have mentioned that her smile lights up a room, right? Because I swear, it does). We then lay down, unzip her from her little tent/bed at which point she pounces on us with all of her twenty-something poundage and smothers us with open-mouthed kisses (we're working on the 'open mouth' bit). Once convinced we're adequately loved-up, she heads over to her little toy hammock where there are about three stuffed animals and sixty books. Then the real action begins - she starts flinging books out of that hammock with such determination and vigor that any residual sleepiness left lingering in us is immediately knocked out by the very hard corner of a board book. We hang out like this, dodging flying books and what not, for about an hour: reading, working on the ABC's, naming animals and boat parts while listening to Isla "talk" incessantly in her secret baby language as if she is having legit conversation (what the heck is going on in that little brain?). It's a pretty awesome ritual, not gonna lie, and I feel incredibly blessed that this is how 99% of our days begin.
This morning - being fathers day and all - I was the one to get up with her and we made daddy breakfast in bed. Scones, fresh fruit and extra strong coffee were on the menu and Isla even got Scott a super-cool Quiksilver button-down shirt which he loves. She has such good taste, that baby. She even wrote him a note.
Anyway - it's going to be a nice, lazy Sunday around here. We're having a Father's Day lunch with our friends and then tonight, we're having Father's Day Dinner, again with our friends. (What can I say? We're creatures of habit). It looks like we'll be leaving St. Maarten on Wednesday (you guessed it, with our friends) for points south. The next two days will be busy with little chores like stocking up on fresh provisions and doing laundry to prepare for our southbound island-hop. Very excited to get moving again. Our itinerary is loose as in non existent which is exciting and refreshing. We'll check the weather and sail as best we can wherever the wind will carry us.
In the meantime, Happy Father's Day to all the great dad's out there. Particularly my husband and my papa. I am lucky to love and be loved by you both.
|Isla's lair. It's a pretty cool place for a baby.|
|Okay, so I might have helped her with this note...|
|She even serenaded Scott with an original Father's Day tune on the ukelele! (Okay, that's a joke - but what is not a joke is that finger placement! I mean, pretty good, right?)|