Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Too bad it doesn't magically cause all of those things to happen.
I mean, check out the love in this face...But on occasion we do see glimpses of kindness and sharing...
like when the older kids read stories to their younger sisters or brother
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
They started with a basic bucket form--oh, and some fancy "sand" brought in from New Hampshire--you can't make these castles with just the regular beach sand. The quartz in this sand left them all sparkly.
On top of the basic form, they added a smaller turret (using a Dunkin' Donuts cup, of course) and added a few decorative balls on top of that. Then they were given a few plastic tools with which to do the designs. They learned how to make windows...
And a stair case...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
We celebrated Ted's birthday today at the Revere Beach Sand Sculpting Festival, about an hour or so from here.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
7:00 p.m. So, we decide we're going to the fireworks in Boston. We know that our friends went down much earlier in the day to pick out a place to view the fireworks, and we wonder if we can meet up with them. Quickly, I pack a couple of bags with blankets and a small cooler with beverages. And we're off
Our first decision: drive all the way in or take the "T" (Boston's subway system). We quickly decide that the T is really our best option--we do not know the downtown area very well, parking will be difficult to find, and traffic leaving will be tough, so it seems a no-brainer. We'll take the T.
7:45 p.m. At the train station, we find parking on the very top level--we're not the only people taking the train tonight. We make our way to the platform and board a train.
8:14 p.m. We disembark from the train and make our way to the crowds. On the way we've been able to text our friends and they've given us their location, so we are actively looking for "Speaker 14" straight across from the fireworks' barges on the Cambridge side of the Charles River.
8:25 p.m. We've located our friends. They start grumbling about how we've only just shown up, and they've been hanging out for HOURS. And we all find it humorous how fitting the situation seems after the sermon we listened to that morning at church about the parable of the vineyard workers from Mathew 20. If you have time, you can listen to it here (It's Parable s #5 by Matt Beattie).
8:30 We settle in with our blankets and arrive in time for the National anthem and a fly over by some F-15C's (Ted's a little partial to those).
Now, in the following picture, you may notice the ear phones Lucy is wearing. She wore those all evening. We couldn't convince her that she didn't need them yet.
We spent a L-O-N-G time hanging out on these blankets...
Long enough, that eventually the kids all fell asleep.
10:30 p.m. When the fireworks finally started, Lucy was miserable. And Mary Beth was sound asleep. It took me multiple times of shaking her, and eventually I had to pick her up so she wouldn't miss them.
We definitely had front row seats to the show--unfortunately we hadn't been briefed on the ROE (Rules of Engagement). Apparently, it's the fashion (at least in the section we were camped out) to STAND UP for the fireworks. Why on earth would anyone do that, you ask? I'll tell you why--because at the VERY LAST minute (even more last minute than our arrival), people flooded the area to see the fireworks, and they had no where to be, except in the spot their feet were standing. So, they stood. In front of us. Which required us to stand if we wanted to actually see something besides the backs of their heads.
And after the 2nd stop some seats opened up so the kids could sit down--they actually smiled for this picture, but I took it because right before the click they all had blank stares on their faces. I have them well trained--they know what to do when they see a camera, no matter what time it is.
12:30 a.m. Eventually we make it to our stop and get off the train. This sation is packed, too--and we figure it's going to be a long time getting off the TOP FLOOR of the parking garage. My friends text from their car in the same parking garage, a level below us--they haven't moved yet. Not a good sign.
Miraculously, though, the top floor had one saving grace. We were able to use one of the enter only ramps to go down--and by 1:30 we were home. (And our friends were STILL in the parking garage)
Was it worth it? Honestly, the jury's still out. But without a doubt, it was unforgettable.
Friday, July 9, 2010
There was absolutely NO way we were going to attempt to see them live and in person.
I mean, you know there are thousands upon thousands of people all in the same place, right?
And if that wasn't enough to deter us, Lucy very much dislikes fireworks. Very Much. Just this past April, she and I hid out in the gift shop at Disney World during the fireworks show. But, you say, that was several months ago, maybe she grew out of it. Well, not so much. Just the week before the base had a fireworks display, and, even though we were at home, in our Circle, she still wigged out, and ended up hiding in her bedroom. She wouldn't even watch the show from her window. So, it's a pretty safe bet to say that Lucy wouldn't like one of the longest, most celebrated fireworks displays in the country.
But we have three other kids--who do like to watch them. So, we sat on our porch swing discussing what to do that evening. Watch the fireworks on tv? Try out the neighboring town's show? Send just a partial contingent, leaving Lucy and a parent at home? And then it hit me...
Next year we'll be in Italy for the 4th. This is our last year in Boston--our last chance to see it. How could we not?
So, we texted my friend--the one who I had made incessant fun of all week long. "Got room for us?" I asked.
to be continued...