dbohara,
That was a good story with a funny ending. I could just picture it. :-)
Paul


wrote:
We lined the v-berth with blankets and put one of those things that
keep babies from falling down stairs across the doorway so she couldnt
fall out of the v-berth.

Basic rule, nobody comes out of the cabin without a life jacket. This
means me, passengers and the baby.

Our scariest experience was with our youngest when she was two. We had
anchored at Dog island. She slept in the port berth with a lee-cloth.
Unlike the two older ones who would always sleep through the night,
Katie NEVER sleeps it seems and wakes up at 6 every morn and is
seriously independent. We had not spent the night aboard with her till
she was two so hadn't considered her lack of sleep problem. Around
6:00 am, I woke up in the v-berth thinking "Somethings wrong", poked my
head out and "Where's Katie", then "OH MY GOD, Where is KATIE", jumped
out of the v-berth, no sign of her. Ran out the companionway, no sign
of her My blood turning to ice and suddenly realizing the worst.
Suddenly, she pokes her head over the transom where she is standing on
the boarding ladder, feet in the water points down and says "Hishies
down dere". Next night she slept in the V-berth with us and we piled
all the pots on the companionway steps so they would make noise.
Believe it or not I still sail with them, Katie especially (she is 8
now).
When my son was 3, we were sailing our old 23' boat from Apalachicola
to Shell Point, Fl which means we have to go about 8 miles offshore to
clear a shoal. It was just a little choppy. It was his birthday so my
wife had made a cake. In the cabin, we lit the candles and sang. He
looked at the cake, got an odd look on his face and suddenly puked all
over it.