It was only once we got to Cap Lopez, the windy Atlantic coast, that I realized how delicate Noah really was and how mad I was at myself for bringing him out to a place where the sand would tarnish his perfect little newborn skin. I quickly wrapped him up from head to toe in a towel and took the following pictures as proof for him later in life that he really was at the beach at 3 weeks of age.
This one I quickly realized proves nothing,
so, trying desparately to keep him from being unnecessarily exposed to the elements out there, I snapped a shot with beach background,
and then one of his dad and siblings playing off in the distance. (Double click for more detail)
As time went on though we got more daring. When Noah reached 7 weeks of age, Olivier and I decided he was plenty ready for his first boat outing.
The best safety precaution we could come up with was Baby Bjorning him underneath a lifevest that I would wear while on the boat. And off he was to our weekend island gettaway! (See the below for experienced older siblings waiting patiently in the boat)
By the time we reached the island and our cabana, the rather loud roar of the boat's motor had coaxed Noah into a deep slumber, so he was set up on our dining table in his anti-uv baby beach tent bought back in France with this exact outing in mind.
Unfortunately, at his age he couldn't fully enjoy the view overlooking Jourdain and Cecilia playing in the sea.
We eventually woke him up for a diaper change, but I'm still not convinced he was terribly interested in the new beach setting. Maybe with time he will learn to enjoy life out here in Gabon as much as the rest of the family does! (Not that he's complaining)
