I fell firmly on my butt while crouching to snap this shot of Emma and Aunt Julie on the Lake Huron beach. But oh, look at those smiles. Anything for a good picture.
Archive for the ‘travel’ Category
playing the fool
Friday, August 26th, 2011Mush, Mrs. Melvindale, Mush
Friday, August 26th, 2011
There is nothing so thrilling as walking a dog along the beach.
(for weeks, Emma had been asking, “someday, can we have a dog, and can I hold the leash?” in the same sweetly pleading tone that will eventually earn her a pony, a car, and Andrew’s credit card)
Chincoteague
Saturday, May 7th, 2011
Sometimes traveling with a toddler requires weeks and months of careful preparations and orchestrations. Sometimes it’s best to just get in the car and go. Yesterday we decided to get in the car and go, to Chincoteague Island. The drive was reasonable (although Emma has recently started to experience motion sickness) and we arrived in time for dinner. Excited about the day’s adventure and the prospect of sleeping in her very own big girl bed far from home (but not, alas, a purple big girl bed, which is what she was really hoping for), Emma didn’t fall asleep until after 11 last night. Chincoteague and its sister island, Assateague, are renowned for the wild ponies that grace the shoreline. This morning Emma was up at the crack of dawn, looking for ponies. Fortunately the inn where we are staying has a corral and a dozen or so ponies, all of whom were wide awake and ready for Emma’s enthusiastic doling out of hay pellets. I was less wide awake, but happy to be spending the morning outdoors with my Borbo.
Labor Day weekend, Nockamixon style
Sunday, September 5th, 2010
When in Philly, do as the Philadelphians do.
Leave the city.
we were there (now we are here)
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010Hard to believe that a week ago, we were in Colorado. Well, actually, a week ago we were in Wyoming. But I’m doing this is chronological order. So, here we are at Steamboat Lake, in Colorado.
It was a perfect day.
As always, Emma was looking very fashionable.
The beauty (“beauty”) of West Philly just cannot compare.
Emma on top of the world. Is there any other way to travel?
I will try to post new vacation pictures every night until… well, until we run out of pictures, I suppose.
back in Ann Arbor
Thursday, December 24th, 2009We were fortunate enough to spend a collective 3 days in Ann Arbor this past week. In addition to visiting friends, meeting the very nice family who is currently renting our house, and visiting old haunts (mmmm, Zingerman’s), we took Emma to two of her favorite places: Gretchen’s House and the Hands On Museum. We didn’t take any pictures at Gretchen’s House, but after telling Tiffany a story and checking out the climber, Emma was ready to move back in. At the Hands On Museum, she was most interested in the fire truck and the water table:
This time around she was tall enough to reach the table on her own and wear the water-proof apron. Tres chic.
Storm of the century
Saturday, December 19th, 2009After months of complaining that we wouldn’t see any snow in our new city this winter, we left just in time to miss the massive snow storm that has reportedly shut down much of Philadelphia (including the airport). There’s a dusting of snow on the ground here in Michigan, so we seized the opportunity and took Emma outside to play.
She had a fantastic time putting snow on Mel’s head. Now we just have to teach her about the hazards of yellow snow.
c is for cheesecake
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
A roadside eatery that we found on our trip. $17 got us a lunch of turkey potpie and pumpkin cheesecake, plus plenty of leaves to entertain Emma during the meal.
Delaware Water Gap
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009This past weekend we took a trip out of the city to enjoy the autumnal splendor of the Delaware Water Gap. It is in Pennsylvania, not Delaware, about 2 hours north of Philadelphia at the point where the Delaware river cuts between the mountains of Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
We stayed in the town of Shawnee in a historic inn with a (somewhat crappy room) long veranda that was perfect for running.
It rained all day Saturday, but Emma didn’t mind as she was busy exploring the hallways of the hotel. Sunday was a perfect fall day, and we took our new stroller (acquired through my ninja internet bargain-hunting skills) out for a hike. Here we see Emma minding the map, a task she took very seriously.
This stretch of I-80 is actually some of the Appalachian Trail. Why did anyone ever pave over the Appalachian Trail (with an interstate, no less)? I don’t know. You can see the more conventional trail below:
Lucky 13
Thursday, July 30th, 2009Although 13 months feels a little like 13 years in tired parent time, we are lucky indeed to have such an amazing daughter.
Here is the amazing one herself, showing how pleased she was to be at the Wissahickon Gorge (and not, for example, picnicking outside the train station) last weekend. She spent most of the long walk out of the stroller, walking between Andrew and I, holding one each of our hands.
