We went to Cape Cod for a week and enjoyed meeting up with Mom, Dad, Marc, Grandma, Uncle John and Aunt Sandie. It was a relaxing vacation and Noah especially loved his time at the beach. Everytime we'd get into the car he'd ask if we were going to the beach. Maybe he got Aunt Michelle's 'fish' gene.

The boys


Nanny and Grampy keep up with a man on a mission Chasing seagulls
Like father like son, both pointer outers
Playing in the sand


A walk on the beach after dinner.

Its pretty clear who is leading (pulling) who
Noah listens to the clock tower bells outside one of the Christmas tree shops, caught off guard he wanted to be held.
Noah and his Nanny



After skipping a nap, enduring the normal pain in the neck that airports are these days, with a toddler in tow, being delayed for 2 hrs for mechanical difficulties, 3 hrs for weather, and another hour for who knows what our nerves and patience had been pushed to their max. Noah did amazing well staying awake and full of energy until we got to baggage claim in Dulles where he slipped into a coma.