baby in boston

In order to get to Massachusetts, we decided to ditch the through-the-city-holiday-weekend madness and take the ferry from Port Jefferson to Bridgeport, Connecticut.  I believe I just added a new state to my list.  And Bo took his first boat ride (since being in utero . . . we took several ferries out in Seattle last year.  Does that count?).  An-knee-way . . . 

Goodbye, Long Island . . . 

Sailing on the Sound.  I wish that was us.

Unfortunately I did not get any pictures of Jenna's parents' lovely home on the river in Essex, MA.  However, I did get a picture of this large historic rock in Gloucester.  Too bad I don't remember why it's important.

We enjoyed some lovely seafood . . .

Bo felt a little left out . . . 

Lobster roll.  

Jenna's parents graciously gave us their tickets to a Red Sox - Rangers game.  Red Sox fans are serious - which made it so fun.  Bo borrowed this onesie from Kyalo and he got a certificate that said it was his first Red Sox game.  There were a lot of babies there, actually.   

It was pretty sunny for a bit (look at his little hot face!) so I walked Bo around in the stroller for a few innings and Matt let him sleep in the Bjorn for a bit.  Bo really did so well for the entire game, which made it so enjoyable for us.  It was a great game, too, complete with a grand slam AND a fan on the field.  

Matt had never been to Boston before so we visited Cambridge and made a quick trip down the Freedom Trail.  If you've never been to this historic city, the Freedom Trail is a literal red stripe - sometimes painted, sometimes bricked- that leads you through downtown Boston, past several historic sites.  Of note are the site of the Boston Massacre, the old North Church, and Paul Revere's house.

Paul Revere

PR's house

We were a little pressed for time so we kind of did the "Freedom Trail Dash."  I got an app on the sites so I read aloud to Matt as we walked to the next place, gave it the thumbs up, and pushed the stroller on to a new landmark.  Fortunately the trail passes within a block of Mike's bakery, famous for it's cannoli.  We split one as we hiked back to the car . . . so rich and delicious . . . not the best on-the-go food, but man, that was good.

Before we got in the car I made sure we stopped at the ducks in the Boston Common.  I really wanted a picture of Bo on the ducklings, fashioned after the story by Robert McCloskey, Make Way for Ducklings.  Some friends of ours gave us the book before Bo was born, and I thought it would be special.  

  

 

And then it was time to go.

We took a different ferry home, from New London, CT to Orient Point, which is the farthest point east on the North Fork of Long Island.  The ferry was notably more enjoyable.  We got there an hour before our reservation and were able to squeeze in the last available spot to get home a bit earlier.  Literally squeeze - our car is perpendicular to everyone else's and seemed in peril of falling into the ocean.

Bo is our sweet little traveling buddy.  He did SO well on this trip, which was on the heels of a rather frustrating week of no power post-hurricane.  We really loved our Boston experience and hope to go back soon!