You don't want to know about Vacation Day #1. Suffice it to say it involved a two year old crying and screaming, "Beach!!!!!" for at least an hour in the car, a husband
pulling this car over right now! and me, Ms. Scared of Heights, having to drive over the Verra-frickin-zzano bridge. The actual
going of going on vacation was miserable.
Vacation Day #2 has been a pleasant improvement. Despite there being a heatwave going on in Connecticut at the moment, the shore of Rhode Island has been much cooler. So much so that forgetting to bring my jacket meant I *had* to buy a
new one. In the name of health, of course. (The J.Crew here is called "J.Crew, by the shore." Talk about marketing genius.)
Newport is the land of festivals: jazz, chowder, beer, and right now, daffodils. The entire
Cliff Walk has huge patches of daffodils planted along the path, which are truly beautiful. (Weirdly we saw a lot of people picking them. Um, hello? Not the point. Hands off, flower snatchers.)
After alternating between carrying Mateo and trying to keep him from nose-diving off the cliffs, we headed down to the beach to walk around and try to fly our new kite. As you can see from the pics below, Geno was very successful!
We then ended the day with a feast of lobster quesadillas, oysters, calamari (even Mateo!) and the season's first Sam Summer. (And as we speak, Geno is happily watching Sunday Night Baseball and cheering on the Yanks. Shhh, don't tell all the rabid Sox fans around us.) A definite, definite improvement over yesterday.
Vacation Day #3 will center on the theme TODDLERS GONE WILD, with the arrival of the Mosherats. Depending on their level of appropriateness for the internet, pics may or may not be forthcoming.
