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Moody Gardens Aquarium

On our Labor Day vaycay we visited the Moody Gardens Aquarium in Galveston.

It’s a nice little attraction in Galveston.  I say “little” because it’s not as nice and expansive as The Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach, CA but still had a really cool shark habitat and a nice penguin habitat that was fun to watch.  When we wandered by the penguins there was a staff person (do you call her a “penguin keeper” kinda like a zoo keeper?) inside the habitat with the penguins.  She was interacting with the penguins by playing a harmonica for them.  They all seemed to enjoy it and looked like they were singing along.  Cute stuff.

My aunt and our dear, life long friend (she’s not technically my Grandma but should be) who both live in Houston joined us.  It was a great way to spend the morning and not too huge of an adventure that a 90-something couldn’t keep up.

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Boys on the Beach

Labor Day weekend was also my mom’s birthday.  Happy birthday mom!  This year my mom, my dad and I took the boys to Galveston Island, TX for her b-day weekend.  We stayed at the same beach house from our girls weekend adventure in May.

The traffic along the sea wall was crazy busy because of the holiday weekend.  The house we rented was much farther east so we didn’t have to mess w/ crowds when it came to playing in the surf.  However, driving anywhere took about twice as long as it normally would.  Oh well, I guess that’s part of beach life on a holiday.

The water may not be crystal clear but it’s warm and Addison had a blast.  Harry could have spent all day moving sand from one pile to the other and back again.

Scroll down for LOTS of photos on the beach and this isn’t even half of what I took.  Photos from the aquarium coming soon.

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A day in Boston

To conclude our amazing trip to New Hampshire we spent one day in Boston.  Without kids.  You heard me right…without kids.  Dear Husband’s brave aunt and uncle volunteered to babysit the four boys all day so that us parents could have a day in Beantown.

It was truly a gift.  At first I felt guilty that they were watching the boys while we were living it up.  My  next stage of parent paranoia; I was a little afraid that four little boys would be too crazy.  Then I remembered that they have six other grandchildren and this wasn’t their first rodeo.  They were happy to give us some time to ourselves.

We hit the road in time to meet up with another one of Dear Husband’s aunt and uncle (who live in the area) for a Red Sox game.  We started the day off right with appetizers at a swank restaurant right around the corner from Fenway Park.  Riesling and oysters?  Yes, please but save room for a Fenway Frank.

Just to the left of that giant guy in the blue checked shirt is the famous red seat (marked for the longest home run in Fenway history by Ted Williams).  I couldn’t get that guy to move out of the way so this is the best shot I could get.

The first 7 innings were preeeety warm.  I repeated this mantra in my head It’s not 114, it’s only 85.  Despite my mantra the sweat on the back of my legs made it look like I peed my pants.  Thankfully sweat dries quickly when the breeze off the harbor picks up and and I didn’t have to hide my hiney with my purse.

In case anyone is interested…we played a great game against the Texas Rangers.  We lost, but only by one run.

No trip would be complete without a few shots on Instagram.

We picked up a couple of Green Monster souvenirs for the kiddos said goodbye to Dear aunt and uncle.

We weren’t ready to head back and knew that the kids were in good hands so we headed to the North End.  We wandered around for a few minutes looking for a place to eat.  There are about 3000 tiny Italian restaurants in a 3 block radius that all looked wonderful.  We picked one at random and were very happy with the results.  Trattoria Di Monica was tiny, dark and did NOT have a kids menu.  Winner.  I started with a caprese salad with fresh mozzarella and for the main course had seared scallops with a white wine sauce over black linguine.  Divine.

Thank you Boston (and Dear Husband’s uncle and aunt).  You made me feel like a civilized adult again.

Live Free Or Die

Last week we took a family vaycay to New Hampshire. Dear Husband has an aunt and uncle who live part time on Lake Winnipesaukee, just around the bend from On Golden Pond.
I can’t begin to express our delight at leaving the suffocating 114-degree Oklahoma heat and arriving to a cool 83.  The smell of pine needles in the air brought us all back to life.

Dear Husband also has cousins from this side of the family that he is close with.  One such cousin was in the states with his sweet little family visiting his parents.  They live in Dubai.  Yes, Dubai.  They also have a home in NH but don’t get to spend very much time there because they live…in Dubai.  I can’t imagine living that far away.  Anyhoo – They are wonderful and we were very excited to get to spend a week with them and felt special that they would choose to spend their precious USA time with us.

The first full day we were there we went to this great little beach just down the road.  The water was clear and calm.  The perfect place to build sand castles, swim, explore and play.

Snack time tastes so much better when you’re sitting wrapped up in a towel and tuckered out.  Your swim trunks are wet and sandy but you’re warm under the sun, tiny toes are digging in the sand and your little sandy fist is clutching a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Dear Aunt and Uncle’s lake home is called Camp Woolaroc.  They are originally from Bartlesville, OK.  They raised their children on the east coast and have spent the majority of their lives in the Boston area but they still hold Bartlesville near and dear to their heats.

Camp Woolaroc is a little boy’s dream.  Fishing right off the dock, playing in the sand and swimming in the lake.  Riding in a water ski boat, a floating bouncy thingy and s’mores.  What more could they ask for?  Fireworks right off the dock?  No problem!  NH doesn’t have any laws regarding fireworks.  Live Free or Die baby.  Don’t tell us how to shoot off our fireworks.

These floating bouncy thingies (I’m not sure what else to call it) were popular on the lake.  Lots of homes had them and I can see why.  I had my workout for the month on this thing.

Addison was thrilled at the opportunity to fish.  As he put it, it was “the first time I have been able to fish in my entire life!”

2 of about 20 that were caught and then tossed back into the lake.

Taking a breather after a hard day of play.

These little cousins range in age from 7, 4, 2 and almost 2.  They all got along swimmingly.  It was so wonderful to see them pick right up and start playing like they were the best of friends.  All the parents breathed a sigh of relief that they got along so well.

One day we all boarded the boat and headed across the lake to a little island called Ragged Island (how fun is that name? It just sounds like there could be a pirate hiding out there or some treasure to be discovered)

No one lives on Ragged Island and you have to be careful about picking up after yourselves.  Blueberry bushes lined the path and we were all tasked with picking enough blueberries to make a pie.  Check out our amazing wild blueberry pie here.

One evening we headed over to the Cousin’s house for beer, pizza and play time.  It doesn’t take much to make us happy.  Just give me a cold beer, slice of pizza, a beautiful sunset and four little boys who entertain each other.

The next day we took the boys to a nature center near Squam Lake (where On Golden Pond was filmed).  We were able to have a close encounter with a beaver but the highlight was a barn converted into a huge play house.  We ended up at a great restaurant on the lake were I was able to experience my first Lobster Roll.

That night it was time for s’mores and fireworks.  I think I ate too much.

More posts of berry picking and Beantown are on their way.

For now, no visit to New England would be complete without this…

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Sunrise Hot Air Balloon Ride

When I was growing up we lived in New Mexico.  We never went to the hot air balloon festival in Albuquerque but would see it on TV and sometimes even be able to see the balloons from our house with binoculars.  I’ve always wanted to go on a hot air balloon ride but the opportunity never came up.

They are so beautiful, these silent floating giants slowly drifting through the sky following where ever the wind takes them.  There is something graceful and old fashioned about them that reminds me of a simpler time when getting from point A to point B wasn’t only about the fastest method of transportation.

On our New Mexico vacation my sister-in-law and I decided to take the plunge and finally take the hot air balloon ride that I have been longing to take.  The company picked us up at the hotel at 5:15 a.m. so we could be at the launch site by 6:00 and up in the air by the time the sun was making its way over the mountains.  We gently grilled our driver on the way to the launch site regarding his experience.  He had been flying balloons for over 35 years, came from a family of balloonists and his 9 year old son has even flown solo.  I’m pretty sure he was more than qualified to take us up.

There were three balloons in our group that morning with 11 people in each basket plus the pilot.  I was surprised at how large the baskets were but apparently that is common for a commercial outfit.  It didn’t take long to fill the balloons and before we knew it we were gently lifting off the ground.  As I gazed down at the ground falling away from me I actually thought about how I’m standing in a wicker basket, about to be thousands of feet in the air and I wasn’t scared a bit.  It was so smooth and gentle that it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be doing at that moment.

I was amazed at the control our pilot had over the balloon.  They use the wind speed at different elevations to travel horizontally.  When traveling vertically I was amazed at how he was able to nearly stop on a dime at the elevation he wanted.  At one point in our little trip he brought the balloon down within 10 feet of the ground so we could get a good view of the ancient petroglyphs on the lava rock formations.  Then he quickly took us up to 3000 feet!

This was such a great experience, totally worth the price tag.  I’ve now decided that the hot air balloon festival in Albuquerque is on my bucket list.

New Mexico Vacation

The first week of July we hit the road for a family vacation with my parents and my brother’s family.  Destination: Albuquerque, NM.  More specifically the Hyatt Tamaya Resort just north of Albuquerque.

These little cousins don’t get to see each other that often so it was sweet to watch them pick up where they left off and play with reckless abandon.  Our days were spent by the pool and watching the kids roll down the grassy hills outside our rooms.  Dear Husband even got to play golf twice.  The only time I left the resort the entire week was for a run to Trader Joe’s and a hot air balloon ride with my sister-in-law.

This is the walking trail with places to stop and exercise…if you’re into that kind of thing…exercise that is.  I’m more of a stroll and enjoy the scenery kinda gal.  The trail takes you right by the Rio Grande.  When we made it around the bend to the river I sort of felt like I was in a Larry McMurtry novel.  I was keeping an eye out for water moccasins and bandits.

I’m told the golf course at the resort was very difficult and top rated.  I don’t play so I’ll take their word for it.  Dear Husband says he lost a lot of golf balls.  I guess that means the more golf balls you lose the harder the course.  No thanks.

One evening we were all set to attend a rodeo that the hotel puts on each week.  We were trying to rush through dinner when it started to drizzle and the temperature went from 90′s to low 70′s.  We decided to forgo the rodeo since low 70′s seemed down right cold after the heat of the day.  The kids snuggled up on the bed to watch Shawn the Sheep and they were none the wiser.

There were all sorts of kid friendly activities.  Nightly s’mores, horse back riding, rodeo and a day camp.  For the most part we took part in all the pool had to offer.  Addison was really excited about the water slide.  There were a few trips up and down the stairs before he could get up his nerve but once he did it was no holds barred.  If he went down this slide once, he did it 110 times.

On the last day my mom wanted to get a pic with the grandkids.  Unfortunately, they were pretty spent after a week of sun and swim and weren’t in the most cooperative of moods.  This is about as good as it gets.

Prairie Song, Bartlesville, OK

Looking for an authentic western town?  And you happen to be in NE Oklahoma?  Look no further than Prairie Song, OK,  15 miles outside of  Bartlesville.  Actually it’s technically in Dewey, OK but I’d never heard of Dewey before this trip so in my head it belongs to Bartleville.

During Dear Sister-in-Law’s wedding weekend, while the rest of the gang was playing golf, BFF and I took Harry to visit Prairie Village.  The brochure suggested you call ahead but we didn’t take heed until we were turning down a dirt road on to someone’s private cattle ranch.  Turns out that cattle ranch also sports a western village.  Who knew?!

Apparently the man who owns this village has been working on it and building it with his own two hands for the past 20 years (or something insane like that).  He was very proud of the fact that he has built all of the buildings in an authentic to the era style.  All of these buildings were chock-a-block full of stuff.  Authentic, turn of the century stuff that he has collected for the past 20 years (or something crazy like that).  He was extremely proud of all his stuff (as he should be) and had a story for everything and where he got it from the 100+ year old wood burning stoves (I counted no less than 6) to the jail cell to the surrey with fringe on top.  Basically, this place was pretty amazing and crazy at the same time.

He had a building for everything.  A general store, jail, post office, trading post, hardware store, saloon, doctor/dentist office, school house, church, cabin, printing press.  There were more but I can’t remember all of them.  The Little House theme song was playing in my head as we meandered this turn of the century town.  Each building was full of stuff that was relevant to that building.  I’m pretty sure this guy is an organized hoarder.  Check it out.

Out of all the bazaar stuff we saw I thought this was the most interesting.  This a picture of “Big Nose Kate”, Doc Holliday’s gal.  Her license for prostitution is signed by Marshal Virgil Earp (Wyatt’s brother).  What?!  Where does someone get this stuff?!  You can’t make this up!  Who knows how much this is worth.

Here is our host.  We found out the reason you need to call ahead for a tour is because this man is the tour guide and all the buildings are locked and only he has the key.  Two hours (no joke) into our tour we were spent and had only seen a little more than half the buildings.  We left early with the promise that next time we’re in Bartlesville we would return so we could see the rest of the village.

If you want to get your Little House fix in the middle of Oklahoma make sure to call ahead. 918-534-2662 and check out their website.

Galveston Tree Sculpture and Historic Home Tour

I have a confession to make.  My entire life I’ve always pronounced Galveston; Gavelston.  I don’t know what it is but I have the hardest time putting the “l” before the “v.”  I feel like poor ‘ol George W. trying to give a speech on nuclear energy.  It never comes out just right.

On Saturday of our little Galveston trip we took a historic tour.  We met Bobby Sanderson (a 4th generation Galvestonian) at the visitor’s center for a two-hour tour.  He runs the Galveston Island Historic Tour and is a self-proclaimed expert on all things old on the island.  I have to admit that he was very knowledgeable and a great tour guide.  He took us on a tour of historic homes and tree sculptures.  In 2008 hurricane Ike ripped the island a new one and destroyed homes, trees, businesses, you name it.  At the time we wondered if the island was going to recover.  Those Galvestonians made lemonade out of those lemons and have come back with a bang.  There are new businesses catering to tourists along the sea wall and when a historic hotel on the pier was damaged beyond repair they tore that down and are about to open a new amusement park on the pier complete with roller coasters, ferris wheel and a Bubba Gump Shrimp.  Things are looking up for Galveston. (more…)

Mini Vacay – Galveston Island, TX

Last weekend my mom and I had a little “girls only” trip with my aunt (her sister) and my cousin.  My aunt and cousin live in Houston so we thought Galveston was an easy get-away for all of us. (more…)

Woolaroc Wedding

Last weekend we were in Bartlesville, OK for Dear Sister-in-law’s wedding.  Dear Husband and his little sis didn’t grow up there but they did grow up visiting their grandparents there.  They grew up visiting Woolaroc (one of Oklahoma’s best kept secrets) and taking family pictures outside of the museum.  This past weekend she and her new husband were married right outside the front door of that beautiful museum.

It was a wonderful weekend of visiting with family (friends and family came from near and far…Norman, Ada, Boston, Manhattan, Minneapolis, Dubai.  Yes, Dubai.  As in UAE), playing golf, and of course tearing it up on the dance floor.

The one thing I don’t have a picture of (and I’m kicking myself) is the centerpieces.  Each table had a cake as a centerpiece.  Instead of one large cake there were lots and lots of regular size cakes in a variety of flavors.  That way guests didn’t have to wait for the bride and groom to cut the cake.  Whenever I’m at a wedding reception all I can think is “cut the damn cake already!”  My sweet sister-in-law thought of that and wanted guests to be able to enjoy cake whenever they felt like it.  She also encouraged guests to mingle with each other under the guise of trying out a different flavor of cake.  Mark my words…she has set a new wedding trend.  Wedding cake at each table as the centerpiece.  Just you wait.

Also, because I know every woman always wants to know about the dress.  The dress is from Anthropologie.  Did you know Anthropologie has a wedding line?!  I didn’t until recently.  Amazing.

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