Home from NH
Jul. 26th, 2010 05:10 pmWe made it there and back again! I loved it. F loved it. I think M had a great time, too.
On our way up to the cabin, we stopped at a rest stop (bought some local wine to try while on our vacation), and F found the pamphlets for the attractions in the area. F picked out Storyland right away, and when I told him he had to choose between that and Santa's Village, he chose Storyland. So we had the start of a plan.
We arrived on Friday at about noon - unloaded into the cabin, put the cold stuff in the fridge, and went to Clark's Trading Post. On the way there, F announced that he loved NH, and he wants to live there when he grows up. He was very specific that he wants to live there with his two kids and their mama, but first he has to find the girl to be the mama. This was a recurring theme through the weekend. He's very adamant about the two kids. I suppose that being an only child gets to be difficult for a kid who thrives on being surrounded by other kids when there aren't a lot of cousins and such around. Still, he is good at entertaining himself.
After Clark's Trading Post, F and I went swimming while Daddy slept. Then dinner, which was the only time we had burgers, even though most cooking was on the grill.
Saturday was Storyland, followed by swimming again. The cabins had a heated pool, so that was nice. F kept finding kids to play with throughout the weekend. It's sometimes fun to watch him engage other kids. He is of the opinion that everyone is a friend until they prove otherwise. My dad was like that. I admire that ability to be so open to other people, and I hope he keeps that. I know with Dad, it meant that most people tried not to disappoint him.
We managed to eat out only once, and that was more by choice than necessity.
Sunday was uncertain, though we were toying with going to Lost River. When F confirmed that he wanted to see waterfalls and crawl through caves, that was then a certainty. We went out to lunch after that (almost to the place that served us bad food with bad service last time we went), and have discovered that bad lunch service seems to be normal in the area. It's even more difficult when you have a little one with you that really wants to eat, NOW. We did, however, discover that he likes fried mozzarella sticks.
This morning was a last hurrah on the playground at the cabins, then into the packed van to drive home. F was glad to get home, as were we all, though a longer stay would also have been nice. F already has a plan for next year's trip up there. We will likely stay at the same cabins, because they're not far from Santa's Village. We can go to Polar Caves on our way up there, then have a nice relaxing time. We could even do a day at the Flume Gorge, or waterfall hunting.
So, yes, a good time was had by all. And now, back to real life.
On our way up to the cabin, we stopped at a rest stop (bought some local wine to try while on our vacation), and F found the pamphlets for the attractions in the area. F picked out Storyland right away, and when I told him he had to choose between that and Santa's Village, he chose Storyland. So we had the start of a plan.
We arrived on Friday at about noon - unloaded into the cabin, put the cold stuff in the fridge, and went to Clark's Trading Post. On the way there, F announced that he loved NH, and he wants to live there when he grows up. He was very specific that he wants to live there with his two kids and their mama, but first he has to find the girl to be the mama. This was a recurring theme through the weekend. He's very adamant about the two kids. I suppose that being an only child gets to be difficult for a kid who thrives on being surrounded by other kids when there aren't a lot of cousins and such around. Still, he is good at entertaining himself.
After Clark's Trading Post, F and I went swimming while Daddy slept. Then dinner, which was the only time we had burgers, even though most cooking was on the grill.
Saturday was Storyland, followed by swimming again. The cabins had a heated pool, so that was nice. F kept finding kids to play with throughout the weekend. It's sometimes fun to watch him engage other kids. He is of the opinion that everyone is a friend until they prove otherwise. My dad was like that. I admire that ability to be so open to other people, and I hope he keeps that. I know with Dad, it meant that most people tried not to disappoint him.
We managed to eat out only once, and that was more by choice than necessity.
Sunday was uncertain, though we were toying with going to Lost River. When F confirmed that he wanted to see waterfalls and crawl through caves, that was then a certainty. We went out to lunch after that (almost to the place that served us bad food with bad service last time we went), and have discovered that bad lunch service seems to be normal in the area. It's even more difficult when you have a little one with you that really wants to eat, NOW. We did, however, discover that he likes fried mozzarella sticks.
This morning was a last hurrah on the playground at the cabins, then into the packed van to drive home. F was glad to get home, as were we all, though a longer stay would also have been nice. F already has a plan for next year's trip up there. We will likely stay at the same cabins, because they're not far from Santa's Village. We can go to Polar Caves on our way up there, then have a nice relaxing time. We could even do a day at the Flume Gorge, or waterfall hunting.
So, yes, a good time was had by all. And now, back to real life.