Alaska, Part Deux

As promised, the rest of our Alaska saga went something like this (never mind that we've been home for a month):

(1) Board big cruise ship

(2) Eat lunch

(3) Attend lifeboat drill (As you can see, Bry was not so fond of the life jacket. In fact, both he and Steve removed theirs before the drill had properly ended. Turns out it's difficult to hold a writhing infant encased in foam when you yourself are also surrounded by 6 inches of foam.)

Aieeeeeee!

(4) Try to get Bry to take a nap in our room

(5) Fail

(6) Eat dinner

(7) Try to get Bry to go to bed

(8) Watch the lovely view

Going outside to watch the scenery is for suckers.

(9) Or, watch TV with closed captioning on

(10) Play rock, paper, scissors for who gets to go to the "midnight snack"

Wake up the next day, eat breakfast, wash, rinse, repeat...

Admittedly we had a lot of help on the babysitting front. We traded out who would watch Bry at night while the rest of the crew lived it up, watching the on-board shows or soaking in the hot tub. OK, grandma was mostly the one doing the babysitting, but she promised she didn't mind. Really!

The food really was quite wonderful, although all meals eaten in Bry's presence were scarfed down pretty quickly. Not that I'm complaining, but surf and turf downed in 5 minutes just doesn't taste the same. Most of the meals were spent with 5 of the 7 people in our group actually sitting at the table, while the other 2 were wandering the dining room, looking at shiny things.

Fancy, eh?

Since the earliest dinner time bordered on Bry's bedtime, dinner was definitely a race to finish 3 courses before meltdown occurred. (I know, rough life, eh?) The crowning moment happened one night when a tired, inquisitive Bry flailed towards the table, probably reaching for the the shiny silverware when a coffee cup stopped him short. We learned our lesson about no liquids within Bry's reach. Luckily it wasn't hot. Just wet enough to soak the diaper bag sitting next to the table, though.

All in all, we had a great time. I'll just leave it at that, without mentioning the aftermath of convincing a 6-month old upon returning home that yes, it really is OK to sleep through the night again. Ahem.

Bryson has apparently hired a stunt double to do all of his sleeping for him.