Day 4 of Captivity

Yes, Tropical Storm "Fay" continues to crawl across the state for the 4th day. We were very fortunate to be right on the inner edge of the storm and missed the worst of the storms effects. 15 minutes north & west of us were not so fortunate and are probably "enjoying" their Hurricane rations today.
I'd like to thank the local news team for monopolizing the TV channels for the past 72 hours. Really....how many times do they need to tell us about the conditions outside? Isn't it obvious? Tropical Storms = high winds, excessive flooding & downed power lines. STAY INSIDE !!
The stormy weather had a positive effect & inspired me to clean out 3 closets and pack up all of Elle's clothing that she no longer fits into. I knew rainy days were good for something :)

Finally, the first taste of solid food.

New High Chair $140
New Bibs $7
Organic Rice Cereal $2
Feeding Elle her first bite of food...PRICELESS

Houston...We Have a Milestone

After showing no interest at all in rolling over, Elle suprised us. One minute she was enjoying her tummy time with daddy and the next she had rolled herself over onto her side. "I think she's stuck". We waited to see if our little butterball would be able to muster up enough strength to roll the rest of the way. Could she get that chubby thigh over? Would the elbow cooperate? We watched and cheered her on as she rocked back and forth and back and forth and BACK! YES..she DID IT! The initial look on her face was that of confusion until she realized that she was O.K. & then she took full credit for her accomplishment.

Calling all Hammerheads

Saturday mornings alarm went off way to early. 5:30 a.m. to be exact. Within an hour we were up and headed to the beach to watch daddy and the HammerHeads. No, the HammerHeads are not a local support group for handymen. It's our local triathlon club and they were meeting for an Ocean Marathon Swim Elle and I tagged along to support Andy and enjoy a stroll along the beach. A 1.25 mile stroll to match the distance Andy would be swimming. The sun was hidden behind several pending storm clouds which made for an enjoyable walk up the beach. Having grown up on the west coast of Florida I must say, I prefer the Gulf to the Atlantic. The sand is finer and the water is prettier. Not like I'll ever get in it. But that's a different blog on a different day. Andy finished in about 45 minutes, we hung around to chat with a few of his triathlon peeps and then headed off to breakfast at one of our favorite places. The Beach Diner in Ponte Vedra Beach.