Straight Flowin’ On a Boat

Yesterday, we took advantage of Fun Free Fridays to take a free ferry ride to Spectacle Island. I had planned on getting the kids up by 7, leaving the house by 8, and getting to the ferry deck by 9 so we’d have a chance in hell of getting free tickets, which were on a first come, first serve basis. I also planned on having a natural childbirth, but ended up riding the epidural train all the way to happy town, so I guess what I’m saying is, things don’t always go according to plan.

We left the house at 8:45, got to the dock by 9:35 with a lot of whining (George) and patiently, totally calm coaxing (me, lying) and by some miracle, got tickets on the 9:45 ferry. Take that, plans!

Plus, that was even with taking the time to take this photo! (The statue is so not into this.)
Hey ma, if you could see me now, arms spread wide on the starboard bow (stern). By the time we got to the island, he had befriended everyone on the back of the boat.
Get your towels ready, it’s about to go down.
We all jumped about four feet high when the boat’s horn blew. It was REALLY loud, or as George put, “this boat is a horny one!”
This is George’s picture smile after about two seconds.

I chose Spectacle Island over Georges because it has a swimming beach. Georges Island has a lot of good hiking, but if you’ve tried walking over 50 yards with my kids, you’d know hiking is not a big draw. The beach wasn’t spectacular (see what I did there?), but it had nice cool water and we found a bunch of sea glass and purply shells for our collections.

Ignore the two-headed kid and smushed-face George.

I packed the kids sandwiches and purposely didn’t pack myself one, because I vaguely remembered that they had lobster rolls at the Spectacle Island cafe. But by the time the 9:45 ferry left (10:30), we only got to the island by 11, and had to be back on the 12:15 ferry. So once again, I was lobster roll-less. I know, the humanity. I don’t know how I do it either, guys.

After George’s nap, we had some pool time.

Not at our fancy seaside pool, but at our inflatable fence-side pool

I sat down with my Water Watcher medallion on and a plastic cup full of rosé, until the kids insisted I come in the pool. Then, they invented a new game where they try to hit me with their water squirters while I run around the lawn like a carnival freak. Fortunately for me, they have terrible aim.



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