Key West--The Final Chapter

A potpourri of thoughts:

Bret's poor glasses were--in one deft motion--crunched in the hands of baby Grant. It was like Grant was trying to remind us: "if you mess up, you're next."

Grant and Mommy before the wedding. One of my favorite Grant memories happened at the wedding. Let's set the stage: it was hot. It might have been the hottest I have ever been, but don't worry, the wedding reception had plenty of frozen cold libations, and other such drinks, to help with the heat. Bret had ordered such a drink (a rum and coke to be exact) and was drinking it out of this coconut glass (which were part of the reception's theme). Grant was "walking" around the table, and before you knew it, he had that coconut raised over his head with rum and coke spilling everywhere: his head, his clothes, his mouth. So, Grant had his first drink in Key West. I'm sure it put hair on his chest.

Here are some final pics of Grant in the hospital. What a trooper! The nurse cut a green sock and put it over Grant's IV, but he was no fool; he had that thing out of his arm before the allotted time. Smart cookie. Also, there's a pic of Grant "playing" with my Gameboy; he looked so grown up pretending to play Ms. PacMan. Finally, there's a pic of Grant in his crib (or baby jail).

Key West was not a total bust. We played in the pool, got to see family (albeit for too short a time), and got to see a part of the United States we might never made it to otherwise. Bret would like it noted that we did have some fabulous food in Key West, despite our hospital stay. Our favorite, without question, was Florida's oldest restaurant, Pepes. Just our kind of place. Yummy.