Brandt and I took a morning beach walk while Dan snoozed. We saw a friggin' snake! Brandt didn't notice because he was too busy looking at me trying to figure out what all the shrieking was about. Once we were safely away from the snake I let him down to play with shells by the water and look at the birds.
Dan needed to stay in and work for a bit today so Brandt and I took a massive bike ride. We headed all the way east to the lighthouse, but made a bunch of stops on the way: Sanibel Historical Village to see if it was worth going back when it's open (nah), Sanibel Community Park to ride a chipmunk, the park at Periwinkle Place to ride on a centipede, and Pinocchio's Ice Cream in Old Town Sanibel for a mango smoothie.
The lighthouse itself was heavily mosquitoed so we didn't stay there too long. Dan says the beach up there is supposed to be really nice so we might head back at some point.
On the way back we stopped at Mango Bay where I hoped Brandt would nap in the Ergo while I wandered around, but no such luck--there was just way too much stuff to look at. I got myself a hat and Brandt selected some sunglasses for himself. Dan didn't believe that Brandt had really chosen them, but he grabbed said pair and tried them on. Of course after that he grabbed other pairs to try on, but I liked the first pair the best so we bought those ones and are sticking with our Brandt-selecting-them story. Then B finally fell asleep in the bike seat just a few minutes from home which turned into a nice two-hour nap while Dan finished up working. The cycling one-handed while holding the baby upright really isn't that hard, I was happy to learn.
Dan had wanted to ride along east on West Gulf/Middle Gulf/East Gulf to see that part of the island, so that's what we did. We were a bit disappointed that we couldn't see the beach (all the houses blocked it), but I stand corrected in my assessment of the island as the Mission Beach of the gulf. It's totally Coronado, with plantation style houses up the wazoo. But even better than the pretty houses, we saw a bobcat. Yes, a bobcat! It just ran across the street right in front of us. Brandt doesn't sign cat yet, so he just called it a dog.
On the way home we had a dinner of appetizers at McT's. The seafood bake was *so* good. We didn't remember to save room for the "almost world famous mud pie," though. And we saw another snake (not the same one, this one was yellow and the first one was brown) in the bike path right by Biddles Bucket. Again Brandt missed it, too bewildered by my freaking out. Dan didn't know what I was going on about, either, but I finally got out "Snake, snake!" as it slithered out of his path. It had been doing a pretty good stick impression, but I'm wary after this morning's snake and wasn't fooled.
The picture is our modified hands-free biking. Yesterday Brandt decided he wanted to do the steering (you know, because he's a toddler now and has to do everything himself) so he repeatedlly pried at Dan's hands, trying to get him to let go. This morning I discovered if he can't be distracted by pretending there's a bird just up ahead, you just have to lift your fingers and declare "No hands!"