Well folks, our departing time is nigh. The cab picks us up at a bright and cheery 5 am tomorrow morning and then we’re off. There will be sun; there will be surf; there will be Elmo. Did I mention that the Beaches resort has some sort of deal with Sesame Street? You think Big Bird hangs out at the pool swim-up bar?
We won’t be back until next weekend, so until then we bid you adieu.
I leave you with one cute Noah tidbit. It’ll have to hold you over. On Easter Sunday Noah spent a great deal of time playing with my Aunt Jill. Towards the end of the afternoon we realized that he had repeatedly been saying “Babu” and we had no clue as to what he was referring. We soon figured out that he was calling Jill “Babu” but couldn’t understand the reference. My Mom called this week saying that Jill figured it out. Apparently she had been laying down, flying Noah over her head, and then bringing him right up to her face while saying “Aaaaah – Booo!” Silly boy. I hope he continues to use it. How funny it would be if as a grown man he had a Great Aunt Babu? Of course I don’t still refer to broccoli as “fat ladies” though where I got that no one seems to remember.