Beach Baby

I think we should move to Florida. Think Mom and Dad will do it? I hope so. I've had enough of this Minnesota weather. Florida was GREAT. We were outside all of the time. I got to ride in the stroller out in the warm fresh air for hours and they didn't have to throw tons of blankets on me or bundle me so much I could barely move.
We went to Busch Gardens where I saw animals and went to Beer Class with Dad, Mom, Aunt Kristie, Olson and Megan. I slept through most of it and then woke up for the beer tasting. My bottle was super good - no, it did not have beer in it. Do you think my parents are insane?
We also went to the pool at the hotel and I played in the water. It was a little weird, but after I adjusted I though it was pretty cool. We went to a bunch of restaurants, which I'm not a fan of, but it was fun when all of the attention was focused on me.
I went to Dad and Mom's friends, John and Jessica's wedding reception. I danced a lot - but my tummy started feeling funny and I threw up. Too much dancing and fun, I guess. It was neat to see all of the lights and I got to wear Big Boy shoes.
The next day we went to the beach. Another big adjustment - but that sand stuff and the waves were actually pretty fun. We came home yesterday and boy, was I pooped! I played with my toys that I missed and conked out. I woke up to eat and conked out for the night.
I love Florida. Mom and Dad should win the lottery so we can hang out there some more.