This past weekend Sarah, Garrison, and I flew out to Massachusetts to see some old friends. Some of Sarah's friends from college were throwing a baby shower for one of their number, and we decided to go out as a family for a mini-vacation.
We stayed with my friend Mike and his wife Michele at their place in Winthrop. It is almost impossible to overstate how much more convenient it is to stay at someone's house than a hotel when you're traveling with an infant. Mike borrowed a pack'n'play from a co-worker so that we didn't have to bring ours with us or rent one once we got there. We were able to put Garrison to bed in our bedroom on the third floor of the house, and stay awake with Mike and Michele on the first floor. If we had a hotel room, we likely would have been stuck sitting quietly in a dimly lit room once he went to bed since we probably would have had just one room. Mike's place had a fridge where we could keep Garrison's medicine, a comfy sofa on which we could sit, a sink in which we could wash the boy's dishes, and numerous other little perks. Thanks again, Mike and Michele, for having the three of us.
We spent most of Saturday at the baby shower, where the new mom-to-be was showered with all manner of baby gifts. On our way back to Mike's we stopped at Nick's House of Pizza, and brought back a pizza and a pair of calzones for dinner at Mike's. Nick's was among our favorite pizza places when we were in school, so we always like to stop in and avail ourselves of their mouthwatering calzones whenever we have the chance.
On Sunday, we helped Mike and Michele install a new chandelier in their dining room, since the previous one was broken. In the middle of that process, we decamped to Plymouth, MA for a mouthwatering lunch at the legendary Lobster Hut. I ate both a fried scallop roll and a fried clam roll. It has been a long time since I've eaten at Lobster Hut, and will probably be even longer until the next time, so I had no shame about ordering two sandwiches absolutely overflowing with fresh, fried seafood. Mike and Sarah showed a bit more restraint, but everyone (with the exception of Garrison) left the lunch table stuffed full of fried seafood.
After lunch, we took a long walk on Plymouth's Long Beach. Sarah and I enjoyed walking on the beach when we lived in Plymouth, and we still like to take walks on it whenever we get back to Massachusetts.
Some people might be wondering how Garrison did on the airplane flights. I would say that he earned a B, overall. He is just too independent-minded at the moment to enjoy being cooped up on our laps for long periods of time. He won't nap when he's put in stimulating environments like an airport and a plane. He often won't eat when placed in those same environments. That meant that he was extremely fussy on that last flight home. Would we fly with him again? At this point, we wouldn't consent to take him on a flight that lasted over two hours. That's about his time limit. After that, he starts to meltdown and everyone on the flight suffers.