Monday, August 22, 2011

New England Road Trip

At long last, a travel post! (Which some of you may remember, is what we wrote about on this blog before Ferris hijacked it!)

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Travel journal, coming out of hibernation

We hit up a grand total of 6 states on our trip: New York (of course), Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. This means that little Ferris has been to more than 10% of the country already!

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Our first stop was Rhode Island, where we stopped at the Culinary Arts Museum. The Museum had a bunch of interesting and crazy things, but our personal favorite was the unlimited free Skee Ball machine. In New Hampshire, I stopped for a tour of the Zimmerman Frank Lloyd Wright house, which was fascinating. I wandered around the house with little protective booties covering my shoes while Nick and Ferris went on a little drive around town since NO KIDS ALLOWED! We have a kid!

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At long last, we reached Maine, which was our ultimate destination. We hung out in Portland, took a ferry to Peak's Island, walked around Kennebunkport (where the Bush family has an estate!) and went to an art fair.

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Portland Head Light

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Houses around Peak's Island and Kennebunkport
One night we went out for a nice dinner in Portland and ordered the lobster diavolo for two - it's a big skillet filled with lobster, clams, mussels, calamari and pasta. Ferris woke up halfway through and started to fuss. Nick, in his infinite wisdom, picked up a huge lobster claw and put it in front of his face, "HI, Ferris, I'm going to EAT YOU!" Maybe it was because I was making a rare journey through a bottle of wine, but it was hysterical. We had the tables around us laughing, smiling, and telling how great it was that we were getting out with our baby, so of course, we ate up the compliments with the diavolo.

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Lobster roll, Del's Lemonade, salt water taffy, whoopie pie
We spent our last full day in Kennebunkport, where we finally got to a beach and Ferris stuck his tiny toes in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time. (Also the first time I ate 3 lobster rolls in a single day!) On the drive over, Ferris had a wee bit of an accident, so we walked around this charming town looking for a store that sold baby clothes and making up funny songs about F meeting the elder Bush with shit on his koalas. We not only found a onesie, but also a rad hat that makes people think he's a girl.

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A few more close ups of his dork ass hat.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Things that make me laugh

Ferris's faces....

Whenever I walk out of a room lately, I return to this focused look. Eyes crossed, lips pouty, fists discovered and on the verge of being understood.

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What? Why? Mine?
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I just realized my shirt says "hug me"... am I gonna get beat up?

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Enough with the pictures, woman!
Our naughty kitten...

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My fool husband...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Illusions

Our Ferris is two months old.
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Which means two months ago...
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photo by Melanie Rose
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photo by Melanie Rose
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photo by Melanie Rose
And two months before that....
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photos by Melanie Rose

AND NOW ...
Ferris is already so much stronger and interactive than the baby we just brought home (2 short months ago!) At his checkup our pediatrician exclaimed, "See how high he holds his head up? That's a 4 month move!" 
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Ferris will have to get used to the weight of his big brain!
I'm in the minority of moms, but I loved the first month- the month his nights were days and days were nights, the month he squinted in confusion at his aliveness, the month he was my little birdie. Over the past month, his confusion turned to recognition, the squint transformed into a curious gaze, and the primal connection we started out with has turned to love. 

Airplanes with mama
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Isn't it cute that he still sucks on his arm like the 1 week photo?
 Even when he gets a little fussy at night, he's so cute. When we swaddle him, he smiles, as if to thank us for getting his spastic limbs under control. Then in the morning, he stretches and smiles again when we help him finish busting outta the joint!
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Rare tears
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Two people who can barely draw a stick figure made this baby. If that's not a conclusive indicator that we don't have full control over our lives, I don't know what is. The process of becoming a parent has really pounded that lesson into my head. We try to convince ourselves that our lives are really ours. That we've earned the good things in our lives, that the differences in luck are a manifestation of karma. So many turns in my life have been so much better than I could've planned for myself... but it's still difficult to accept that I'm not really in control of my good fortune. That when I look to make sure he's breathing, there's nothing I'm doing to make it so. I can only be thankful.

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