The battery in my digital died (thankfully during the last bit of playing tourist) so I won’t be able to torture you with pics until I hit Walmart. *g*
We started the day at the New England Aquarium.
No wait. We started the day on the fourth level of the parking garage. The husband was in charge of the older two kids while I was busy strapping the short kid into his harness/leash. (Spare me, I’ve heard it.) As we went about it, he got more and more agitated and anxious about it. I was surprised because he loves it. He finds holding an adult’s hand all day uncomfortable and restrictive. Finally, he spills it.
He thought we had to repel down the side of the parking garage. No more Fear Factor for the short kid.
The Aquarium was fabulous. It’s hard to describe, but they have a giant tank that rises like three stories in the center, with a ramp walkway spiraling around it. The fish, giant sea turtles, sharks and more in there are amazing, to say nothing of all the smaller exhibits. If my digital camera battery wasn’t dead, I’d try to post a picture.
Then we journeyed over to the Charlestown Navy Yard to visit the USS Constitution, the oldest commissioned warship afloat. Never lost a battle. Never been boarded by enemy.
Yes, even at 208 yrs old in Oct, Old Ironsides is still on the fleet roster, manned by Navy sailors. While it would take her a while to get any where, she could technically be deployed. And you never know, with the cost of gas…
I’m not even going to try to describe what it’s like to tour her. It’samazing.
(The only blemish on the entire day, and it was admittedly a small one, was seeing my 9-year-old sister forced to remove her watch before stepping through the security checkpoint. That saddened me.)
Then we toured the USS Cassin Young, a WWII Destroyer also berthed in the Historical Park. And then we drove by the Bunker Hill monument but we were all too tired to even think about letting the short kid out of the truck again. We waved.
We were home in time for dinner.
:rofl:at rapelling. Sounds like a good day!
Ah, yes, I remember the harness days. I’m here to tell ya, the moment I spied one of those puppies when my first had reached that “Why walk when you can RUN?” stage, I thought, now here’s somebody who’s thinking. Not only do trained British nannies look askance at anyone who doesn’t use a harness with a toddler, but there’s actually a medical condition caused by yanking the poor little kid’s hand up over and over which irritates — if not dislocates — the shoulder.
Now if only they’d come in teenager sizes, I’d be set. :nod:
The field trip sounds like it was a lot of fun, btw. If exhausting. We’re gearing up for taking the 10 yo and a friend to the State Fair in a couple of weeks — it’s been so long since we’ve gone, he doesn’t remember it.
Cows and pigs, here we come! :woot:
I think one of the reasons that I embraced the harness so readily with the tall kid was my time in England. I was 6 when we moved there so my little sister was about 6 months old, and my brother was born there. I remember, toward the end of our being stationed there, my sister in the harness, clipped to my brother’s stroller. We walked around Bicester quite happily and my sister didn’t lose blood flow to her left hand. :nod:
I’ve actually had women say to me “You put your son on a leash just like I do my dog?” in that “You’re going to Mommy Hell” voice. My response: You love your dog enough to leash it and keep it from running in front of a car, no? Should I not love my son that much?
(Okay, granted, it’s kind of hard to hold a dog’s hand walking down the street.)
And pies, Karen! Don’t forget the homemade pies! I haven’t been to the fair in ages. They’re so commercial here now.