The Beach, The Vows, The Newbie

So, it's September. Late September at that. We had a fun, travel filled summer. As we draw closer to the fall, we get ready to celebrate our little man's 1st Birthday!! It's hard to believe that he is 10 1/2 months old!!! This year has FLOWN by!! And last year (the year of preggo Whitney) couldn't have ticked along any slower.

We covered Puerto Rico in the last blog. Let me tell you where else we went and what else we did this summer...

Mid-July we headed to Santa Rose Beach, FL with Grams and Gramps Mims and Aunt Ashley and Mr. Jon...

This summer, July 19 to be exact, we dedicated our little Hunter. Grammy, Grampy and Aunt Ashley came to watch it all go down...

The first week in August we flew to Woodbridge, VA. for Cousin Paige's wedding. We met our Aunts Shannon and Dayna for the very first time!

Grampy Tom took some sneaky pictures from above our heads...this was one of them.

Hunter with his Aunt Shannon.

Hunter lounging with his Aunt Dayna.

Here is a little nod to a very little girl! This is Mackenzie Grace Peeples, born August 26 to Becky and Justin Peeples. Isn't she precious?? Hunter and I are going to visit Mackenzie and her Momma tomorrow!

Puerto Rico, the friendliest place on Earth.

So, we survived Puerto Rico. Barely. At the very last minute, ie the night before our flight, my mom decided to come with us so she could help me out with the Bean (Hunter's newest nickname). Rick purchased a ticket (well, the University did since this was a work trip) and my mom and I flew standby. The first flight was at 8:31 in the morning. Which of course meant we had to wake up at 4:30. There are 5 flights everyday out of Atlanta to Puerto Rico. The first day...my mom, Hunter and I didn't get on a single one. But we sure did sit at the airport all day long to try. Bean was AMAZING!! He was so sweet about it. The next morning, I again woke him up at 4:30 to try to get out. This time, the three of us made it on the first flight. But, my exhausted little Bean just couldn't take it anymore. He cried for the first 2 hours of the 3 and a half hour flight. Thankfully everyone was really nice about it.

The trip was amazing though. We didn't have much time there, but we intend on returning. Hunter was fabulous coming home. He barely made a peep. And guess who was on our flight...Barry Lloyd, my high school colorguard instructor. You have to know how much I adore Barry to understand how great it was to see him. How strange that he would be on our flight from Puerto Rico! And he isn't even living in Atlanta anymore which makes it that much more strange! So, there ya go. Here are some photos...

First ride on the tram at the Atlanta Airport




Not impressed just yet.




Sleepy Bean.


At Rick's gate. One of 5 Hunter and the girls visited that day...




My future flyer! It's in his blood.


First time on an airplane at 7 months old!


How will I ever tell that face "no"




Waiting out the rain and having lunch.




What happened to the leaves on the tree on the right of the screen???


Hundreds of these guys happened.




Hanging at the Fort.




Riding the trolley.








Loving the pool.








He loved it a bit too much, I guess.








Where did my tiny baby go?? He's getting so big!!