SWIMMING, CLASSICAL, DISCO AND DOC

Typically, Sunday brings Gerry, Reggie (our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) and I to the beach near Worth Avenue.. Palm Beach was beautiful this morning, and the Atlantic was deeply blue.

After we had soaked up as much beauty as we could stand, it as time to zip home where Britt joined in and we whipped up a HEARTY brunch, complete with homemade biscuits.

Before Beach Baby was on the way, we would, on occasion, have a mimosa. Regular OJ works just fine though.

Today was a bright and sunny morning, so we ate inside at the dining room table instead of at the glass-topped table outside by the pool.

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And, speaking of the pool, Brittany decided to take the Beach Baby Barker Bump for a dip. The warmth of the sun and the glistening water were hard to resist, and I couldn't resist capturing this image of her. Someday BBB needs to see what a lovely mother-in-waiting Brittany makes.

Of course, the ever-inquisitive Tabby, Crookshanks, kept her company. As you can see, they both saw something of interest in the pool water. Maybe it was a beautiful-reflection of the growing baby bump!

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Much later in the evening, the outdoor patio area was the perfect place for Gerry and I to sip a glass of cool wine while Britt sipped on water.

I always like to have music set the tone, so Gerry brought it via his iPad (this technology will be laughed at in years to come by BBB).

The music was classical, which is great, but not right for the mood of idle chat about baby-stuff and family-stuff and just stuff.

No, I wanted to hear Rock or Pop or Jazz. Sweetly, he changed it, but not before he and Britt both agreed that classical was good for the baby.

As the baby can hear sounds from the outside (see previous blog), Gerry offered that Mozart is said to make babies smart. Britt and I agreed that we knew this, but I held firm for more modern tunes.

Sadly, Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees passed away today and I will be forever grateful to him and his brothers for bringing us the soundtrack to, Saturdday Night Fever.


It was some of the music I listened to when I was pregnant with Brandon and, with all due respect to Mr. Mozart, I think he turned out pretty smart. Well, discounting his Doc Marten foot attire phase!