Our (Vineyard) Haven
|Martha's Vineyard, 2012|
Meh. Fie on all of these smart, sane person's travel endeavors. I spent my time managing the circus in the backseat, and pondering the inane. Like:
- How long are the guys that drive big rigs allowed to ride before they can rest? Is it true what they say about those random women who wait for truckers at truck stops, hoping for a quickie? (And do truckers really call females beavers?) This beaver wants to know.
- Does Ramona on RHONY know she's nuts? Like, 100% certifiable? Yet another reminder that true wack jobs are the ones who don't seek therapy. Would a therapist even be able to get through to Ramona? I'm oddly worried for her.
- Why is it that I'm 43 and I have yet to find the perfect jeans, perfume, and shoes? I'm wearing ill-fitting American Eagle jeans with blown out knees, Harajuku Lovers perfume, and flip-flops. Oh, wow. I'm like the female version of Jon Gosselin and his Affliction tees. (Note to self: Update look. Pronto.)
- Why is @#*! South of the Border still allowed to operate? I mean, I've never sausage a horrendous, let alone dangerous, excuse for a family amusement park. Perhaps Delaware can come up with something better. Oh, right...
Maybe it was the 120-degree heat in the car for that hour spent waiting for Triple-A. Maybe it was the snickering southern cop who, after finding out we had not blown out a tire but had, instead, run out of gas, mused: "Well, nah. How'd ya let THAT happen?..." Perchance it was the aforementioned truckers whizzing by, only inches from our car, and forcing me and my thoughts into the very dark place of What If. Or maybe it was the AAA guy who finally filled our tank with his black and burnt-to-the-knuckles hand (?!), prompting AJ's very loud and highly inappropriate outburst: "Look, Mom! That man has no fingers!!!" (<-- I may have giggled at that.) Whether it was one or all of these factors, we drove away with renewed spirit... feeling lucky, blessed, and so, so incredibly happy to be together as a family. I cannot, however, speak for our dog, Stella, who probably thinks we all need to go to therapy with Ramona.
We spent an amazing week with my parents (who are saints, really, to put up with the tornado that is our life for eight straight days) in New York, and then headed to our beloved Martha's Vineyard. I think I'll post our vacation photos now to give you kind readers a glimpse of our time there...
|Lila: I can't believe I'm going to say this, but. OK. Here it is [whispering]: Today was the best. day. ever. (She repeated this at bedtime nearly every day of our vacation.)|
|AJ and Lila navigated the rocks on the jetty at the end of our street every day, pretending they were mountain climbers.|
|Armed (with shampoo) and dangerous.|
|So excited for the outdoor shower!|
|Livin life au natural.|
|High-five after gettin' his clean on.|
|Aaand, they sleep...|
|Stopping on our morning walk for a cheesy pose.|
|I'll take one monkey on the rocks.|
|It's very rare that I get a shot of AJ smiling at the camera without doing some sort of odd, martial-arts-like pose. Case in point.|
|Lovey. (martial arts pose cropped out)|
|Post-swim, pre-sunset, "OK mom, I'll pose for you" pose.|
|And one more...|
|I'll take two monkeys on the rocks, please.|
|Our stars in stripes.|
|One of my best friends (for 30+ years!) came with her fam from the Cape to visit us on the island. Here, Ava and Hannah are making a Smiley Lila sandwich. :o)|
|Ava, AJ, Hannah, and Lila taking a walk in Edgartown.|
|Lila and her requisite MV black dog, Rosie Lulu.|
|See that? I actually was on this trip! (Thanks, Eileen, for the pic!)|
|AJ's favorite mode of transport.|
|And my other bestie, Eileen, who took a 10-hour, round-trip, puke-infused ferry from NYC to visit us for 1-1/2 days. (Anyone familiar with the Barf-o-Rama scene from "Stand By Me"? Apparently Aunt Eileen's journey to and from the Big Apple was pretty much the same deal. I kind of owe her big time.)|
|We visited one of our fave families, the Whamonds, who have a house on the island. Here, AJ and Lila play with their heroine, the Great Anna-dini.|
|Not quite sure AJ could possibly be having more fun than he was at this moment in time. (I love this scene.)|
|Alex, Anna, and the monkeys.|
|Our 27th trip to the ice cream shoppe. (Note: Pan left and you will see it's soon to be AJ's 27th trip to the restroom.)|
|Lila holding on to a heart stone she found on our tiny stretch of sand. (Searching for heart stones was one of our favorite things to do on this vacation.)|
|Look, Mom. I found another heart!|
|Lila: I need a little private time on my rocks to think about things. [And off she went.]|
|At the Ag Fair in Vineyard Haven on our last day. (This ride made Ang and me want to vomit, while simply making the kids pumped up to go on every. single. ride.)|
I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within
~ Lillian Smith