There were 10 of us total and Bailey. Scott and I are the only couple in our group who have a baby, so she got lots and lots of attention all week from all of her "aunts" and "uncles". She had a blast at the beach and in the pool, and I can say with definite certainty that my little girl is a fish! As soon as she gets in the pool she starts kicking her feet, and she didn't seem the least bit scared of the ocean when we hit the beach (except for the second day when Scott put her down and a wave came crashing into her face). We ate ice cream almost every night, and Bailey got lots of one-on-one time with mommy and daddy...and everyone else. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but our friends are absolutely FANTASTIC with Bailey. They're like naturals when it comes to spending time with her, and I couldn't have asked for a better group of people in her life. It's quite clear that they'll all be great parents when the time comes.
Thanks to teeth #s 7 and 8, Bailey did not sleep so well at night the whole week. She napped just fine (stuck to her 2 naps a day, just like at home), but nighttime was a whole different issue. She went down with no problems, but was up again by 2am crying. Scott and I ended up just bringing her into bed with us whenever she woke up and hoping for a few more hours of sleep. It didn't help, either, that she knew we were RIGHT THERE in the room with her (she slept in a pack-n-play at the foot of our bed), so as soon as she stood up and started crying we didn't really have a choice but to bring her in bed with us...unless we wanted to listen to her cry all night. I can't complain too much, though. She was perfectly pleasant all week, and if the worst thing I had to deal with was interrupted sleep then I consider the week a success.
The car ride down and back was, at times, horrific. It was an 8-hour drive and, for the most part, Bailey did great. She slept for a few hours, played in her car seat for a few hours...and screamed bloody murder for awhile. We stopped as often as we could to take her out of the car, eat and just stretch our legs, but by the end of the ride (which took us just over 10 hours, thanks to all our stops) Bailey was having none of it. For the last 25 minutes on the way down, she screamed like we were torturing her back there. It didn't help that we got caught in massive traffic trying to get onto the island...it took us almost an hour to go less than 20 miles...I'm shuddering just remembering the screeching and bellowing coming from the back seat...she was like a baby possessed. BUT, we survived and we had an amazing week. And the best part is that, even though we were sad to come back, we leave for another vacation (family this time) in just 2 weeks. Can't complain about that!
Here are a few pictures (of Bailey, of course) from our trip to OBX 2011...
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