Boston Fan

I was almost dreading it- our first airplane adventure with our now full-sized family. But, no need. Vacation this go round consisted of 8 days, two kids, 971 miles, and US Air. Final destination: Gorham, Maine.

If my account is long, I apologize, but this is my way of journaling everything. Lots of it will probably end up in my scrapbooks.

I didn't relish the idea of Martin and I toting both kids, two car seats, one stroller, three bags to be checked, and three more to be carried on- onto the shuttle bus, into the airport, onto the plane, back off the plane, back through another airport, and onto another shuttle bus- four times. But, we made it. And with few gliches, and little crying in-between. I made the trek to the pediatrician's office before we left- no ear infections, but she armed me with ear drops for pain, just in case. I used them in all three sets of ears, just in case.

Mason thought the airplane ride was thrilling, and it was fun to watch his reactions. He squealed with laughter on takeoff- causing a few passengers to chuckle. On landing- he said, "WHOOOOOAAAAH!" He's been on a plane before, but he'll definitely remember this one. Coen only had one fussy spell, and Martin handled it well enough that I didn't even know about it until afterwards.

Day One- Thursday

On Thursday morning, we arrived in Boston. Martin called ahead to the Doubletree in Cambridge, and we were so happy to hear our room was ready. He manipulated Boston streets pretty well, and we were at the hotel in no time. I was impressed with the fact that the hotel gave out kids' backpacks with frisbees, binochulars, cards, coloring book, crayons and more. That was a blessing when you're trying to travel as light as possible. And there's just something about playing solitaire in your hotel room that says, "I'm relaxed, and bored... for once." Our room was great, and we had a nice view of the river, the city skyline, and those infamous rowers- "Stroke, stroke"- rowing looked like it would be fun.

Anyway, I digress. We headed out to find some lunch. We took quite a few detours around Boston- thanks to the construction, and ever changing street names. Finally, we paid the $32 to park at the aquarium (we thought we'd visit the aquarium, until we saw the cost of parking). Finally, we walked to Faneuil Hall , and weaving our way through Quincy market was tough- due to the short legs of a kindergartener, and a stroller, not too mention my growling stomach. But the smells were awesome. Talk about the best food court EVER! Hot dogs, pizzas, lobster rolls, seafood, candy, I can't even remember what all. However, with few places to sit, we opted for Bertucci's- which was yummy, and more convenient for the kids.

We watched the kids break-dancing on the streets- which amazed Mason; listened to the street music, and toured Faneuil Hall. Then Martin realized that we weren't really all that far from the USS Constitution. Right. I should've known better. I was fine, but fretted the whole way about the kids being too hot, and worried about the sunscreen wearing off. Mason's little legs couldn't handle too much more, so he took a ride on Martin's shoulders. Now, I'm not sure how far it ended up being, but I think maybe 2 or more miles.

Once we made it, we finally stopped in at the museum about the Battle of Bunker Hill. Our first souvenirs of the trip were wooden drumsticks for both boys. Everyone heard us coming after that. It was worth the walk, seeing Mason on "Old Ironsides". "Raise the Sails!" he shouted, unraveling the ropes that the sailors on the ship maintain. I stopped him before it went to far, but it was perfect. We didn't go below deck because it was so hot, and not feasible with the stroller.

We were going to go onto the battleship, but Mason said he wanted to do that "next time we come to Boston", and then we knew the boys were about done. So, with the return 2-3 mile trip back to the car in the heat, looming over our heads, we decided that Martin would take a cab back to the aquarium while I took the boys in the air-conditioned museum. The time flew, as Mason and Coen beat their drumsticks to patriotic music in the museum store, and Mason was nuts about looking at all the old muskets, guns, cannons, and swords. It was actually fun.

We made it back to the hotel, had a quick dinner at Panera Bread, and the boys were ready to settle down for the night. Not much of a peep from them after that. We settled in to watch TV, and went to bed pretty tired.