Memorial Day Weekend. I absolutely love long weekends. It's such a funny thing how one extra day changes your whole outlook on the weeks surrounding. And this years memorial day was no exception. We were in the chaos of finals prep at school and there is nothing better for sanity at the end of a school year than a four day week. I would go out on a limb and suggest that a four day week is awesome for any profession but I shouldn't speak for anyone other than myself... Pair all this gloriousness with good friends and some spectacular cities and sign me right up.
First, please note my itty bitty baby bump. I know that I am still small and I know you can't tell how far along I am okay! I get it! It's my first baby so cut me a break and stop telling me I'm little because I want to be big, I want to look as large as I feel and I don't want to feel like there is anything wrong with my weight gain or lack thereof. I know that there will be a day when my future self trolls the history of this blog and sees this and wants to grab my first time pregnant self and shake her for the sake of my third time pregnant self. I am sort of assuming that this is like women and complaining about their hair, you always want what you don't have. And right now I want to be pregnant, feel pregnant, and look pregnant. All of this to preface that we went to Newport, RI on Saturday of MDW and the beautiful, kind, sweet, and attentive waitress at brunch noticed, and commented (!) on my baby bump. You are an angel and the first stranger to comment so thank you, thank you, and your tip was just for that little comment about the baby enjoying the french toast. And boy we did! Thank you for being the first to confidently affirm that this is not a burrito or the result of too much beer from our hibernating this winter, this is very much a little girl who will greatly enjoy french toast with bananas and peanut butter. Does this make me sound like a crazy pregnant lady? Do you think my nine month pregnant self will totally regret the praise of strangers comments? Did you even read this whole thing? Bless you. (As for a description of the picture: After brunch we went to the Breakers Mansion. Steve kept commenting on the gate for some reason so I made Tim take our picture here)
You cannot take pictures inside the Vanderbilt's Summer Home but holy cow, if you are looking for something to do in New England I highly recommend Newport and this place gets 5stars. Insanely fascinating and moderately concerning. Just do it, I really cannot describe until you take the tour and remember that this is their summer home. I felt like every room was a page torn out of the Great Gatsby.
Side view of the house, size comparison.
After going through the house on an audio tour, you can stay on property as long as you'd like and of course it is right on the water with a beautiful view. So we spent so time just laying on the perfectly manicured lawn.
Anyway, Breakers, do it.
After the Breakers we walked the town and we walked the marina. We window shopped in stores we couldn't afford and we daydreamed that we lived in Newport, RI permanently. It has the perks of Boston with a slower pace of life. What's a Midwestern girl not to like?
After dinner we drove to chase the sunset stopping to find a beach to put our toes in the sand and toss a Frisbee (rather I sat on a towel and watched Steve chase throw after throw from Tim and Meredith into the frigid ocean).
And watched a duck parade come too close for comfort. I strongly dislike birds and the worst are the ones that live near the water.
In search of the sunset, we found this monument we couldn't quite figure out.
And Steve and Tim (and eventually Mere) climbed the Jetty.
These goofs are my best friends...
Sunday, fun day. We went to mass in the city and walked downtown in search of the salad I was craving. I know right?!?!? I wanted nothing more than a salad and I don't think I've ever WANTED a salad in my whole life. Snagged a bumpdate to send along to the grandmas.
Happy MDW Boston!
And on Memorial Day I saw Larabean! I had plans for how we would spend our morning before she returned to Philly but then we got lost in conversation around the table which I think is even better. I miss this lady and August is way to far from now.
Then we hosted a little MDW gathering because we figured that we now have a grill and we're lucky enough to have a back yard so we ought to, right?
Stewart and Mike came dressed to impress in their chubbies.
Burgers, Hot Dogs, Beer, Corn Hole, and Good Company. This is what Memorial Day looks like.
And I would be remiss if I didn't post our Dairy Queen trip. Did you know that before this Spring, Meredith had never been to DQ? Well we have fixed that in driving 30 minutes each way for a blizzard/ dip cone/ dilly bar. And more than once.
Phew, I felt like this was a long post and I don't really know why. Add an extra day to a weekend and apparently I get winded talking way too much.
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