We just enjoyed a week in New England with the kids. John had a conference in Boston, and we tagged along. He was working nearly all the time, but the children love hotel living. I'd almost forgotten I'd be staying in one room with them for four nights. Apparently I'd also forgotten how much they eat. I need a prep kitchen at all times.
We took the train. When a five year old asks how much longer and the answer is seven hours, there may be tears. I loved the train.
Little John got to go to a Red Sox game with Aunt Ren, and the girls and I spent an afternoon in downtown Boston with Uncle Joe. Daddy was determined to get the littles up north to meet his brother and sister in law. Towards the end of the week we met them out on Cape Cod for a few days on the coast. They got us rooms at a great little bed and breakfast in Wood's Hole, and we visited the Aquarium there, the lighthouse, and the best little coffee shop ever, Pie in the Sky, that opens at five am every day of the year. We took the ferry to Martha's Vineyard for the day and visited a alpaca farm. Who knew there was going to be yarn? We drove around the Victorian summer houses of Oak Bluff and then floated back to Wood's Hole.
I'm still thinking about aquamarine walls and glossy white trim. Orange jellyfish. Delicious wine. Quahog chowder at the Black Dog. A big thank you to Joe and Ren.