MyMy playing in the sand with baby James.
For two self-proclaimed beach bums, Jason and I sure took our sweet time introducing our son to the beach.
For the fifth consecutive year, we took our summer vacation in Montauk, a rugged and dreamy beach town on the eastern most tip of Long Island. It was a wonderful vacation and Mylo did surprisingly well sleeping almost-through-the-night in a hotel room in which his crib nearly touched the foot of our bed.
Hackin’ around with the hotel ice bucket.
Each year we make the trip out east with the same group of friends. My best friend’s boyfriend, Jack, came along this year and I was grateful for that. Not just because I like to see how happy he makes my dear friend, but because ever since Mylo was a newborn, Jack has had an amazingly pacifying affect on him.
Jack with Mylo at 2 weeks.
Jack with Mylo at 11 months.
My favorite part of the trip was taking Mylo to Ditch Plains – the beach where we did our maternity photo shoot last year.
I will never forget this time in our lives…
Mylo was 8 months grown in my belly on the very same day last year that he was about to turn 11 months old this year.
…but this has been even more memorable.
A great Mylostone indeed… cannot wait until next year!