Gabriel Plays the Organ

Here is a recording of Gabriel playing the organ at his great-grandparents' condo in St. Petersburg. Enjoy the original composition!

We Finally Made It

The trip down here to St. Pete's Beach was the longest it's ever taken us to go anywhere - 12 1/2 hours from the time we left the apartment to the time we walked in the door of the condo. Traffic was horrible, and when the traffic cleared up, it started raining.

It is hot as heck down here and so humid, but it's so nice to be out of chilly weather, even though it's Atlanta chilly weather, which really isn't that bad (as we're constantly reminded by our Northern informers).

By the way, if you want to drive somewhere with no traffic, go to Michigan because they're all here. In an unscientific study of ten cars that passed us in a row, 5 were from MI. At one rest stop, about 3/4 of them were from Michigan. Most of the people around us all the way to Florida were Michiganders. It was interesting. In fact, at one point, Patty remarked how uncharacteristically polite the drivers were and how they were leaving a proper distance between cars. It was then that we realized the reason - they were Michigan drivers. There were two carloads of caravanning teenagers who were going crazy, hanging out of windows, yelling at the other drivers, but wouldn't you know... Tennessee.

When we got here, there was a package for Gabriel from his Gramma A, and it had some books and clothes in it, some candy for Mommy and Daddy, and a pail and shovel for the beach! We're going to have a lot of fun using it this weekend, if we can get some time there between rainstorms.

Grandma and Grandpa love Gabriel, and he already loves them right back. He seems to like it here; last night he got to sleep with no clothes on for the first time in his life, and he has a nice big carpeted floor to crawl around on.

We brought the stroller and are going to run around the seawall in a little bit, before it gets too hot or starts raining.