It's Better in the Bahamas

When Oliver not yet a week old his grandmother Margot and grandfather Rickey came to visit. One of the gifts Rickey brought Oliver was a Bahamian flag. I remember Rickey showing the flag to Oliver and telling him that "It's better in the Bahamas." Fortunately Rickey was able to introduce Oliver to the Bahamas when we went down for Oliver's first Thanksgiving. Over the past week or two Oliver has been, not so subtly letting us know that he would like to escape the winter and head to warmer warmer (as Davis says, Oliver appears to be a tropical muffin like his mother).



Oliver has been running around the house with his Bahamian flag yelling "Ah- Hama! Ah - Hama!" or for those who don't speak 18 month old "Bahamas! Bahamas!".

He also was adamant when we were in Maine last weekend that Davis raise the Bahamian flag as soon as he awoke on Saturday (or rather when Oliver woke Davis up because he desperately wanted Davis to raise the flag). As you can see, the flag looked rather chilly flying in snowy Maine.


Perhaps Oliver's wish for warmer climes explains his love for his new jacket. Seriously, he has been eating, sleeping, playing...in his jacket. To get it off, or even unzip it, brings tears.