Wednesday, October 24th, 2012
Last weekend, we packed our entire house (I wish I was kidding) and headed to Boston for the wedding of a good friend of Bill’s. To say I was nervous about this trip is a huge understatement. The last time we traveled by air with Henry, he was 3 and a half months old and very, very content to nurse and snuggle for the entire flight. Now he’s 11 and a half months old and really only content when he’s fast crawling away from us.
If you’re a parent, you’re very familiar with the looks you get from other passengers when boarding a plane (or being seated at a restaurant). Sometimes it’s a look of fear, sometimes it’s a look of utter disgust that you dared to leave the house with your baby. Anyway, I’m very pleased to report that Henry was a dream on our flights to and fro. We received numerous compliments on his behavior both during and after the flights. Still, I remained on edge throughout.
Anyway. Boston. We spent the first two days just south of the city for the wedding. The three of us got all gussied up and I learned that I’m not so good at walking in heels anymore. It was a Catholic wedding and my son TOOTED IN CHURCH. Bill was concerned that people may have thought it was him.
I really wish he didn’t have a paci in his mouth, but this was right before we left the wedding and the wheels were VERY CLOSE to coming off the bus at this point. (Dress purchased during Nordstrom’s 2011 Anniversary sale. I was very pregnant at the time but fell in love with the dress and purchased it anyway. Thank you Weight Watchers for helping me fit into it.)
The next day, we brunched with the bride and groom (and almost accidentally stuck them with the bill) and then headed off to Plymouth where we completely underwhelmed by the size of Plymouth Rock.
“I prefer Haystack Rock, Mom.”
We ate lunch at the Blue -Eyed Crab. Bill and his brother (did I mention his brother was with us?) had lobster rolls and I had fish tacos, which were great, but the star of the show was the cornbread and maple butter that was served before lunch.
After lunch, we drove into Boston and checked into my new favorite hotel, The Liberty. This place is fantastic, you guys. It used to be a jail and little details that tie the hotel into it’s history are just awesome.
That night, we ate at Mamma Maria in the North End and I’m not kidding you when I say that the food there was just as good, if not better than the food we ate while on our honeymoon in Rome. We sat near a couple that ordered a $40 beef tenderloin (medium rare) (with foie gras) for their 6-year old who tantrumed over having to sit near a wall. I privately told Henry that if he ever acted like that I surely would not be rewarding him with a spendy cut of beef. If you’re wondering, I had fresh mozzarella with warm tomatoes, shrimp pasta and a poached pear with gorgonzola for dessert. Chances that I’d fit BACK into the above dress after that dinner are pretty slim.
Again, with the paci.
We headed home the next morning, but not before sitting next to Larry David at breakfast and taking Henry to Cambridge to visit his future school (and the world’s only Curious George store).
Boston, you were great. I wish you weren’t so far away.