Saint Patrick, His Day, and His Trip to Fort Lauderdale

Santino Patrick's Day.

Right before the little saint spit out his corned beef sandwich...

maybe making room for some stout?

Sonny's first plane ride - we were a bit nervous, but he was remarkably well-behaved.
I-Max laptop.

Dinner with some of the Fort Lauderdale family. Solid bunch, for certain.

Studying the menu with Mom at Bubba Gump's.
"Hmmm. Shrimp scampi, shrimp gumbo, rock shrimp, shrimp cocktail, shrimp parmagiana, shrimp over-easy, shrimp benedict, shrimp Sonny-side-up?"
Man, I love eggs.

You'd think he'd be all over that playground, right?
Wrong. Sand was definitely one of the highlights of this trip.

Dad looks like he has a serious double-chin. Can this photo be accurate??

More importantly, Sonny spots a bird on the beach.

Sonny goes after the bird.

The chase goes on.

Sonny goes too far.

Dad decides some exercise would benefit all.

"Hey you! Get back here!"

The reunion with Mom after the bird chase.

Sun, son, and fun.

I scream, you scream, we all scream...

Woo-hoo!

The gang of three, soon-to-be-four. We are officially ready for summer, and all that goes with it.

Pool envy.

Balcony sprints.

Beach sprints. This is my "Citizen Kane."

Uh oh! It looks like someone peed in the tub!

Actually, it only looks like someone peed in the tub. The water down there had a hue to it that was normal according to the notecard above Sonny's head.

Hugs on the balcony.

"Too sunny!"

Too Sonny.