Davis is all boy from driving his cars around making shifting noises to walking around the house with his Native American spear. He is completely rough and tumble, jumping on his mattress and poking out your eyes if he gets the chance. His current favorite pass time is climbing up the arm of the couch, standing straight up, saying “Ready, Ready,” just before launching himself into the sofa cushions. He’s not allowed on the deck anymore without super close supervision because I just know that he would figure out a way to jump over the railing. I fear that this madness will only get worse, the stunts more daring. I think maybe God gave me this fearless adventurer just to make me realize that being nervous and afraid really isn’t an option.
Boston Top Picks:
1. Elephant Walk – locations on Beacon Street and in Cambridge
We ate at the one on Beacon Street. It was amazing. For our first course, we ordered these spring rolls which you wrap in lettuce, basil, mint, and sprouts before dipping them into this wonderful sauce. I wanted to eat them the next day for breakfast!
2. Ten Tables – Jamaica Plain
This restaurant actually has only 10 tables. It’s tiny, but the flavor is BIG! I had the best appetizer – seared baby octopus with kale all resting in this wonderful red sauce. It was divine. I wanted to lick my bowl. I also had ricotta ravioli. I am not sure what they had in them, but the pasta is all made in house. Yummo! Before we ordered, our waiter brought out a shot glass filled with sparking cantaloupe soup. A nice sweet treat!
3. Cuchi Cuchi – Main Street in Cambridge
This was by far the strangest and most eclectic restaurant I have ever visited. It was kind of a throwback to 1930’s cabaret… The food was all tapas from different regions of the world. We had an incredible skirt steak with chimmichuri sauce – just enough heat to make it memorable. And, the best zucchini – they were stuffed with serrano ham and manchego cheese then breaded and fried, sitting atop a balsamic reduction – oh my – again, wanted to lick my plate.
4. Upstairs on the Square – Harvard Square
Best brunch ever! I had Eggs Benedict for the first time. Rich and wonderful. My friend Teresa had French Toast. It was dessert and breakfast all in one – Heaven on a plate! After you order, they bring you this basket filled with all sorts of breads – sticky buns, muffins, scones – I love unexpected treats.
5. Mike’s Pastry – The North End (Italian neighborhood)
Best cannoli’s ever!
1. Freedom Trail
There is actually a red path through the streets of Boston that you walk on and stop at different significant historical locations. We went into Paul Revere’s House, Faneuil Hall, the Old State House, the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides), the Old North Church where the signal was given that the British were coming and several burying grounds. It took us two days to complete the entire walk, but it was well worth it.
2. The Duck Tour
This tour gives a great overview of Boston. We did it on our first day there to kind of get the lay of the land. You ride around in this amphibious vehicle while the guide gives you tons of information about the different historical spots and the neighborhoods in Boston. After driving around on land for a while, the vehicle then makes its way into the Charles River. Great fun!
3. Harvard Square
Cute shops. And, of course, Harvard is there. Old English style buildings – beautiful.
Do NOT – do NOT take a cab. It cost us $40 to take a cab from the airport to Cambridge. Bad idea. The subway or “T” as it is called is cheap and easy to navigate. You can purchase a Charlie Ticket for 7 days for only $15 – unlimited rides. Even if you are only going to be there for 3 days, it’s still a good deal. If we had been there a few more days, I would have just picked stops to pop up and check out.
We were in Boston for 5 days and could have easily stayed 5 more. I still want to see the Science Museum, Fenway Park, and take a ride on the Swan Boats. We must go back there. One thing I loved about the city is how safe it felt. In every neighborhood, there were people of every ethnicity walking around. We did feel threatened once, when a jogger came running up beside us and commenced to telling us all about the city without us asking. He started walking with us and giving us his own local’s eye tour. We tried to walk away, but he persisted. I was certain he was going to snatch my purse. Tracy figured he would try to charge us for the tour. In the end, he was just on his way home and decided to chat with us. Once we made it to his apartment building, he told us to have a nice vacation and went on his way. I hated that we were so distrusting. Everyone, was that way, pretty much, just really friendly and helpful. I think Boston is one of the friendliest cities we’ve visited…an unexpected bonus.
Davis is a performer. He loves to dance and sing and carry his drumstick around the house tapping different items to hear the different sounds.
He also loves the song Old MacDonald Had a Farm. That’s all he wants to listen to. The minute he is strapped in his carseat, he starts whining, “E-I-E-I-Ooooo.” He means for you to either sing it or put in his CD of children’s songs. He doesn’t care about any of the other songs on the CD though. When Old MacDonald comes to an end, the whining starts again – “E-I-Ooooooo.” Over and over we hear this until we go to song one and listen to it again.
A couple of weeks ago, I drove to Sunset Beach to stay with Obea and Marian and the whole way there, Davis expected me to sing Old MacDonald. I sang through every animal I could think of starting with letter A, an alligator, and ending with Z, a zebra. Zebras go clippety clop, clippety clop.
I remember when I was in middle school, riding with my parents in the car, listening to Southern Gospel tunes. I hated it. I protested. I begged to listen to something else, anything else. Davis is starting early with his protests. Maybe by the time he reaches middle school, we’ll appreciate the same genre of music.
Davis is a pooper. I guess he’s like most babies…they poop. Davis is on a schedule. He poops early in the morning. I now know that when he wakes up, I better go in and check on him because he has probably pooped. Pooping isn’t a problem. I have gotten used to changing he increasingly worse smelling diapers. The problem is that the past few mornings, when I go in to check on him, he is laying in his crib holding up a poop-covered hand saying, “Yuck, yuck, yuck!”
After spending a few nights away sleeping in the same room with him, I realize how this happens. I observed that when Davis wakes up he begins scratching. He starts with scratching his lower back and inevitably ends up scratching down into his diaper. Recently, that lower body scratching has led to a poop-covered hand and Davis’s repetition of the word yuck.
Hopefully, eventually, he will learn that the scratching should stop where the diaper begins.
Yesterday morning, we woke up to a perfect outside day. Sunny, breezy with little humidity. An impromptu beach visit was immediately in the making. I called Obea and she agreed, so it was hurry scurry time. I got Davis and I ready, packed a cooler, blanket, beach towels and extra swimmies. It was all crammed into the car and we headed to General Dollar for beach toys, water, and sunglasses.
Finally, after at least an hour and a half, we arrive at the beach and met Obea, Ayden, and Rhea. Our beach day had begun.
We unpacked the cars and lugged my stuff and Obea’s stuff along with three kids to the sand. I thought back to my high school days when Kim, Laura and I simply carried ourselves and a chair to just lay by the waves and soak up sun. This was not going to be the same beach trip as those long ago.
When we hit the sand, the boys were more than ready to break open the beach toys and begin digging. They picked their toys, then wanted what the other one had and eventually began dumping sand into their large plastic, yellow bucket.
I had also bought those blow up punch balls that everyone used to have as a kid only to find out that they don’t really make good beach toys. They are fine as long as one holds on to the rubber band part and punches it. However, two year old boys see a ball or balloon and all they want to do is throw it. Since these balls are really balloons in disguise, when thrown, the wind catches them and carries them far far away. This left Obea, me, and the life guard chasing blue and yellow ball balloons down the beach.
At some point, Obea and I decided it was time to take the boys and Rhea down to dip their toes in the water. The boys had different ideas. They had no plans of simply dipping their toes in the water. When we all got close to the salty sea, they ran for it with reckless abandon. Obea and I realized this was not going to be a relaxing stroll through the edge of the water. We grabbed their hands as they dragged us out beyond their ankles, up to their knees and finally their waist. They giggled and jumped with every passing wave.
Davis eventually decided he was going to run down the beach and Ayden decided that if Davis was running, he was going to chase him. This left Obea, Rhea, and I running down the beach chasing two toddler boys. I was getting tired. No this was not the same beach visit as the ones back in my high school days.
At some point, after chasing boys down the beach and in and out of waves, I finally lured Davis back to the beach blanket with the promise of a snack. We made it back and Davis gladly consumed juicy sand-topped strawberries which dribbled bright red stain onto his “sufr” muscle shirt.
After more sand digging and wave chasing and sagging swimmies, Obea and I decided our beach day must come to a close. We gathered up the boys and Rhea, all our beach stuff and headed back to the car with a brief stop at the showers. Davis was angry when it was time to leave the showers because the child loves water almost more than food.
Back at the car, all the sand covered items, including Davis were packed into their places and our beach day ended. It was a success overall. We all survived. It didn’t even compare to my high school beach days and for that I am thankful!