As I explained before we left, I was a bit worried about how Helina was going to do on the trip. While we are at dock, the cockpit is a free-play zone, but when we’re out sailing, it is a play-free zone, and Helina isn't accustomed to being restricted in this area of the boat.
Overall she did well on the way down to The Keys. We affixed her little highchair to the table in the cockpit, which kept her in one place, yet she still got to feel like she was a part of the action.
Because her usual cockpit toys were off-limits, we kept her entertained with a few actual baby toys, our camera case, as well as a cockpit staple usually hidden while we’re docked: a cartoon-like fly swatter.
Helina spent a good chunk of the sail down in her little seat, eating/reading books, throwing toys on the ground, and swatting at the air…
Unfortunately, Helina had a bit of trouble napping on the journey south. She was (and is) battling yet another daycare-induced mystery sickness, so she was a bit off in terms of her routine and disposition. As we approached our destination, I put an over-tired Helina down for a nap, but instead of sleeping, she decided to scream bloody murder. It was awesome. So, I shirked my boating responsibilities (my job is to put the anchor down) and comforted poor sobbing Helina. Thankfully, our friend (the one who told us to eat bugs), was able to help Eric anchor without too much trouble.
We spent the rest of the day at anchor getting settled, preparing the dinghy, napping in the hammock, and battling the humidity (a battle that Helina clearly lost):
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Given the fact that Helina was suffering from a cold (after having just recovered from a vicious cold the previous week), she did very well on the sail down (the sail back is a different story, but more on that later...). While much of the weekend was enjoyable, it was not without incident. More on that later, too...