Avery & Mommy enjoying another breakfast together. Screw the omlettes, let's just hit the beach!!
Happy baby. He knows he is going to the pool soon.
Hanging out with the Speck guys. Avery's cousins, Charlie & Randy, were so sweet to him. 
Alfalfa. Puerto Rico humidity wreaks havoc on everybody's hair.
Avery & Auntie Luz.
"You're one of them now, Aunt Luz."
I thought Avery loved our dogs. Turns out, he just likes the leashes.
Twinsies!
Is someone going to peel this thing for me or what??
Both of my boys are handsome in blue. 
San Juan & beach from our balcony. Which I wouldn't let Phil even open the door until Avery was on a completely different floor. Being a mother means having irrational fears. 
Narly, dude.
Avery "helped" us unpack. I love how Phil's shoe is the length of Avery's trunk. 
Avery, get away from the window!!! Again, those irrational fears...
Avery has a tendency to concentrate on discriminating different textures.
Apparently, he felt like sand had the texture of food.
Cousin Randy showing Avery how to use the shovel.
They say I look like this guy?!? 
Avery spent most of this dinner dancing in his chair and watching this video on Latin jazz. Someone get him some bongos!! 
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