Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Things We Did And Learned In Boston

We had much fun in Boston with our friends! It was great to see their house (very old Victorian house) and their kids (cute and smart) and them (funny and smart, somewhat cute). We managed to cram quite a bit into the 3 days we were up there. Here are the highlights:

  • Making it through security at both airports without mention of firearms! Hooray! Although we did have to remind Ryan while in the line at Hartsfield as he was very curious to know whether the peopleguys had guns and whether they'd discuss it with him.
  • Making it through security with a big old bottle of liquid Benadryl--I forgot it was in the backpack but both teams of security guards missed it. Hmph. See how they're protecting us?
  • Moving sidewalks in the airport!
  • Answering a zillion questions on the airplane (Delta was very good about the peanut allergy, by the way.)
  • Snow! Lots of snow on the ground (for us, anyway) and playing in the snow in our friends' backyard. Sliding and sledding, too.
  • A strange phenomenon known as "gray snow" or "slush"--both are nonexistent here in the South. Our snow melts so quickly that there is no time for it to get gray and dirty.
  • Eating gray snow--not such a good idea.
  • Our friends had a Policeman Peopleguy uniform which Ryan wore for nearly 2 days straight.
  • Getting to see my aunt and uncle, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
  • Playing at the big indoor playground with ginormous slides for hours and hours.
  • Eating at the Rainforest Cafe--interesting for Ryan, worrisome for Morgan.
  • Getting to see our other friends--which made it almost seem as if we were in the Outer Banks again (this is nearly the whole crew that gets together in OBX every August).
  • Loving on our friends' kids--the older one is very much like Ryan--talkative and inquisitive, the little one is super cuddly and deliciously adorable.
  • Getting to know our friends' two Weimaraners--very sweet dogs, great with the kids.
  • Seeing High School Musicalwhich was a big hit with all the kids.
  • Morgan sleeping in her own bed all night long!
  • Staying up late talking after the little ones went to bed.
  • Going into Boston on our last day, visiting Faneuil Hall and procuring books about the Revolutionary War and Minuteman Peopleguy hats.
  • Learning that the gift shop does not sell Minuteman guns, to Ryan's disappointment.
  • Ryan getting annoyed ("stressed out" was his phrase) at the number of people who thought his Minuteman hat was a pirate hat.

We did good. Although we're happy to be back home and hit the ground running this morning, going to the Train Museum for a kid's program with some friends and unpacking and swimming this afternoon and perhaps even the grocery store. More blogging to come, if I ever work my way through the mail and the laundry and my sleep deprivation!


Charlie said...

Sounds like it's time to go over the history of the tricorne hat with Ryan. Hopefully then he can put it in context that pirates did, in fact, wear them, just like the Minutemen did. AND the British soldiers.

Maybe you can address it this way -- both good cowboys and bad cowboys wore cowboy hats.

Although I can anticipate another round of questions concering the color of the tricorne, and why the Minutemen wore black ones....

Rational Jenn said...

Thanks for the link! We did try to 'splain that they all wore pretty much the same hats, living in the same or similar eras, you know, but that wasn't going to fly. Because he believes, truly and deeply, with his heart and soul, that pirate hats must have "pirate logos" on them (skull & crossbones). If he wanted to be a pirate, he'd have freaking worn the hat with the pirate logo on it already! Sheesh! What's the matter with people? :o)

The cowboy analogy might make some better sense. I'll let you know how that one turns out!

I did teach him the little German song my dad taught me when I was small: "Mein Hut, er hat drei Ecken . . . ." (My hat, it has three corners. . . .) He thought that was pretty cool.

Elisheva Hannah Levin said...

Whew! I am so glad that you made it through security with no problems!

Every year at Purim, we sing:
Ha-kova sheli, shalosh pinot... Which is Hebrew for, you guessed it--"My hat it had three corners..." Supposedly, the villian of the Purimshpiel, that evil Hamen, wore a black three-cornered hat. Which made it really confusing when N. was small, because, well, so did the Minutemen.