We went to Tampa to hang out at Pops's time share for a week. Kenly was a trooper on the flight down there, and she loved her new "home" and the new box of toys we rented from Traveling Baby. She slept in the lock-off with us, and she was not a very good roommate. She would wake up at all hours, stand up in her crib, and say, "Mama. Dada." If we ignored her, she would ask for Paula, Jason, Mops, or Pops. I had to take her on a tour of the condo on several occasions to prove to her that she was not missing a thing. This backfired on a few occasion. Once we bumped into Mops on her way to the potty. And on another occasion she wanted to play with the "baboons" and streamers that were hanging for Paula's surprise birthday party. Oh well.
Kenly loved taking walks on the beach. She lead the charge every time, and she wasn't out for a slow stroll either. She was moving.
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