Saturday afternoon, we decided to take the T and head to Chinatown. Because that’s what most people do when they’re in Boston, right? My sweet husband has great affection for Asian cuisine. When we lived in Hawaii, he could not have been happier with our eating opportunities. I honestly believe that he would eat some sort of Asian food every single night of his life. So even though we still haven’t finished The Freedom Trail or visited the Minuteman Museum or seen all the battlefields, our first stop on the “Finish Seeing/Doing Everything in Boston Before We Move” tour was Chinatown. Because nothing screams Birthplace of our Country like steamed pork dumplings and a waving, gold cat.
Which leads me to an important piece of parental wisdom that we have gleaned from our travels. We will always look for amazing cultural, historical, and educational opportunities to share with our children. However, we have to remember that they can not fully appreciate the “cool factor” of these opportunities just yet. Even if they can’t fully grasp the significance of what we see and do together, we will still take advantage of every chance we have. But as the grownups, we can’t get bent out of shape when they don’t throw a party because we just saw a piece of silver that Paul Revere made. To us, it’s a piece of history. To them, it’s a dinged up silver cup. We’re trying to add more “fun for fun’s sake” adventures into our day to mix in with the “still fun, but sometimes not as much” ones.
After a delicious dim sum supper, we decided to walk over a few blocks to wander through:
I love this next picture. Look at the boys’ hands. That is not posed, people. They were actually having a moment. We had several of those this weekend. After church on Sunday, Baby Boy looked at his big brother and said, “Hey. We’re brothers. And I mean that literally.”
One of the main reasons for wanting to come to the Gardens was to see the sculptures based on the book Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McCloskey. If you’re a parent and have never read that book to your children, I question your abilities. Not really, but just check the book out of the library, for Pete’s sake. It’s a great book and it takes place in downtown Boston. We were glad to see that Pack was back. He was stolen earlier this month, but he was recovered and is back with his brothers Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack and Quack.
We’re going to have to come back another time for a re-do of all of The Littles sitting on the ducks, because apparently we gained an extra Little.
It was an absolutely beautiful day in Boston. And you know what’s great about living in the northeast? I was not the fairest skinned maiden in the land. I’m so glad that pale truly is the new tan here. I am not lying to you, I saw a girl whose legs were as white as this page. I want her to be my new best friend. I looked like a Bahama Mama walking next to her. K made me move away because I think I was starting to appear stalkerish. No, I did not take her picture. That would be creepy. And I couldn’t get the lens cap off quickly enough. But here’s another picture of the beautiful day instead.
Favorite part of the Public Gardens for The Littles? Running around the empty fountains.
Just a word about this last picture. Princess Diva said, “Hey, Mom! Take a picture of me like this!” I asked her how she knew how to do so many modeling poses. She rolled her eyes and said, “I’m a girl. Girls know how to do stuff like that.”