On our final day in New Haven, Mac and I, talking over an audiobook of a Betty White autobiography (read by herself!), drove the kiddos up to Rhode Island to visit a famously kid-friendly beach there. Mac, who has lived on the East Coast long enough to develop such opinions, required for us a better beach, with better waves, than is apparently found near New Haven.
It WAS a great beach:
The horses are apparently vintage rocking horses, and they hang from the ceiling of the carousel; as it rotates, the horses don't bob up and down, but they do swing out mightily. That's not the best part, though.
The best part?
Will could have ridden that carousel all day (it makes my heart so happy that my great big girl of almost nine still loves the little joys of small childhood), but Syd was worn out from the day, and a worn-out Syd is a grumpy Syd who does NOT love the little joys of small childhood, so the girls rode the carousel only once, walked briefly with us up and down the shopping area--Mac bought postcards, and I bought a butterfly net--and then spent an exhausting amount of time at the car changing out of their suits, making themselves sandwiches (yes, Willow DID manage to get apple butter all over my jeans that I had just taken to the Laundromat the night before, sigh), requesting endless snacks, and getting comfy. I swear, part of the fun of my friends who don't have children is the look of horrified amazement that they sometimes wear while clearly making internal observations like, "Holy crap! It seriously takes those kids half an hour just to get in the damn car!"
With the girls fortified with sandwiches, clementines, granola bars, peach lemonade, and Putumayo Sesame Street, Mac and I could have headed straight home, but...
Did you know that Taylor Swift recently bought a house in Watch Hill, Rhode Island? Obviously, we had to drive by it.
NOW we can head straight home!
Next stop: Philadelphia. We're going to pick up Matt from the airport!