The Webbs :)
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Mini Golf went surprisingly well.
Billy Webb caught air on the wave runner. And lost his sunglasses.
We saw dolphins.
Collecting rocks and shells never gets old.
Boy cousins are fun.
Don't you love it when a swimsuit portrait turns out not frightening?
:)
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even superheroes camp
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At home, I had prefaced this trip with the comment, "next year, no camping".
By the time Knoebels rolled around I was exhausted by all the various camping packing and unpacking and activities and running around. Camping is great fun, for sure, but it also involves a pinch more work then, say, checking into a hotel and lazing by their pool... :) But, my kids have a great time and Billy Webb loves camping and I love the outdoors, sooo Knoebels Camping 2014!!
It was a blast.
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I'm not sure what I was expecting.
But that there weren't giant hershey kisses or vats of kit kat bars at every turn turned out to be my only disappointment.
Yep.
Hershey Park camping was rad.
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If you're going to get caught in a passing shower, it might as well be on a bike in Central Park. Or, more precisely, huddled under the hot dog guy's canopy and then on a bike.
Like always, NY was da bomb.
Max couldn't get enough of the rock climbing, Eme ran into a friend in Time Square {of all the..!}, Billy Webb had hunger pains and me, I got to see a mini ballet and indulge in room service.
It was a birthday/Mother's Day for the ages.
Would you believe in all our family trips to NYC, my kids have yet to see a Broadway show.
Next time, it's tops on my list!
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This trip couldn't have been any more different than our last.
But come to think of it, there was one common theme - vacation bliss.
Thanks, Mom.
Love outdoor adventures? You'll find it here.
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Sure, Billy Webb would probably love a hotel toom all to himself, but we crash this annual trip anyway!
Rain drove us indoors Friday night, luckily that meant Aquarium!
That cheerleading competition was a bonus.
Most trips include bubbles {and a snack}.
This trip included a cape.
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Part of our impromptu Philly sleepover included a morning visit to the dinosaur musuem. My dear boy hasn't quite figured out the meaning of extinct.
"Mommy, next time instead of seeing bones. Can we see a real live dinosaur?"
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Mother Nature, all is forgiven.
For every rainy summer day, you've matched and raised with autumn glory. Holy smokes has Fall been nice! Every single weekend 70 degree temps and sunny skies. Yes, all good things must come to an end, but please, PLEASE don't rain on Saturday. All our face paint will be washed away!
Speaking of showers, our annual October birthday outing {Mimi & Pip} has never required slickers. This year we strolled Center City's shops and square under gorgeous skies. Miss Pip had the best time with a frog and Aunt Lesa a-l-m-0-s-t squeaked out a day with no purchases until that fateful plaid at Barney's.
We topped our perfect afternoon with a perfect spot of tea.
Happy Birthday Mimi!
I love this little girl!
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Getting crapped on by a bird in Central Park proved true. Good luck graced our entire NYC stay: no injuries, no lost kids, harmony all around.
Grand Central's grand hall greeted us Sunday morning as the passageway to Liberty. After my kids' inaugural subway ride {Emerson was initially leery, loved the people watching}, we were in line for the Ferry. It was the perfect day to visit and as expected, Emerson tuned into the audio tour while Baby Bear chased birds. #didn'tgetcrappedonhere The rest of our day was unplanned, so we strolled through the Financial District, enjoyed a soft pretzel lunch among street performers, and eventually got to Meet the Breeds.
It was on our way there that we found ourselves trapped in a motorcycle circus. 500 bikes zipping through bumper-to-bumper traffic, in between lanes was something to behold. Little did I know a poor family would suffer at the hands of their extreme behavior.
I'll never tire of this city. I love exposing my kids to the hustle and bustle, the design and architecture, the languages and sounds. While in the subway, Emerson was most intrigued by a homeless man whom was the essence of Quasi Motto. She wondered aloud about his stature and appearance and it was a great time to remind her that people come in all shapes and sizes and how lucky she is to enjoy shelter and food. It's not so every where in life.
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