Off to the Fort! (More Vacation Recap)

On Wednesday of last week, Auntie Peg had to go back to work, so we were on our own in Charleston. After another lovely breakfast on the porch we headed out to Fort Sumter. Now, James had been having a runny nose so we let him have a juicebox instead of milk for breakfast. We then handed him the remaining half a juicebox as we walked to the ferry boat terminal. We got there with a bit of time to spare, so Dan and I were checking out the exhibits in the terminal museum while James chilled in his stroller. Then we heard an odd, wet sound...

We looked down to see that James had squeezed his juice box ALL OVER HIMSELF. "It came out the straw," he plainly stated. Dan took him to the men's room to try to dry him off. I took the stroller to the ladies' room. As I was cleaning, I heard someone saying, "Are you Jen? Your husband's hollering for you." Sure enough, at the restroom door stood a slightly stressed looking Dan holding James. James was wearing nothing but a flesh colored diaper, socks, shoes, and a HUGE smile.

Dan had come looking for me because I had the backpack with the extra diapers (James's diaper was also apple juicy) etc. What I did NOT have was an extra set of clothes. So we put James's hoodie on and headed to the ferry boat. James really liked the boat ride, as we'd expected. I used Dan's extra long-sleeved t-shirt as a blanket for James's legs.


When we got to the island, James's clothes had unfortunately not dried yet. We then put Dan's shirt on James; it was a floor length gown whose sleeves we had to really, really roll up. We then put the hoodie back on over it. It was quite a look.

James was happy to run all over the fort pushing his stroller.

We did really enjoy our visit, but will definitely need to go back so that we can listen to the history, etc. without the distraction of drying clothes, etc. It was funny because Dan and I kept making loud comments like, "James, it's too bad you squeezed your drink all over yourself." It was our way of getting the disclaimer out about his funny appearance. So silly.



Like I said, it didn't bother him. When we talked about the day, James would say, "You went on the ferry boat." We'd ask him, "Did you wear pants?" "No," he'd say, "James wore a skirt."


Ha! (Here is a photo of Dan keeping James from diving off the ferry boat.)

His shorts and shirt were dry enough after the ride back to Charleston that he could put them on for lunch.

That night we went to dinner at Jestine's with Auntie Peg. That is where I had a moment of motherhood genius: the deep windowsills in the restaurant were full of all kinds of nick-knacks that James wanted ("needed") to hold. I told him, "You can't hold that, it's stuck." I even "demonstrated" how everything was stuck and could not be picked up. Maggie and Dan were very impressed (and glad).