You say Chicago, I say Tobago!

To celebrate Patrick's, ahem, FORTIETH birthday, we took a family trip up the coast a bit to Tobago. Norah had a hard time at first remembering that it was Tobago and not Chicago (easily confused, I know...), but once she figured out the whole beach/pool/ice cream thing, she had no problems whatsoever.

Welcome to Tobago!



Shoo...I wish all those other people would just go away...



This is what Tobago looks like for a four month-old:



Buried. It started as a mermaid tail, but Norah didn't want to stop with just the feet.



Happy Birthday, Daddy!



Tummy time, island style.



Norah and Patrick spent two entire days in this pool. And by entire days, I mean entiiiiiiiire days.



Kata's first swim!!! While the water was very well received, she did not opt to spend the entire day in a wet bathing suit.



Hi Norah.



Back at the beach. Just my daughter lounging on a beach chair. Aaahhh....vacation.



It is worth mentioning that I did not have a spare hand or a spare second while traveling, but the airport and the airplanes were like a dream for Norah...she waved to the pilots, sat face glued to the window in the terminals, learned about propellers and leaped out of bed when it was time to leave and go to the airport again. Hummm...wonder where she gets it?