Escaping the boxes and the city heat, and pre-empting the stress and inconveniences that the Convention are bound to create, Milo convinced his parents, two sets of grandparents, great aunt & uncle, and great grandparents to join him for a week at Pensacola Beach.

He kicked fiendishly in his Granddaddy's brainchild, the inflatable Mister Whale, and smashed dozens of sand castles built by his Mama. He tried to walk, definitely talked, and entertained his family for hours on end, both beach side and bed-side.

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a fly ball deep to left field, no... it's Papa with the shiny metal box Milo loves. No, this day at the beach was not sponsored by Diet Coke.

Nap?! I don't think so. I want more ice water in my sippy cup, and more swimming!