As we mentioned in the previous post, (We're getting our posts a little out of order.) we've had some fluctuating weather over the last week. Avonlea Jane has been thrilled with being able to puddle hop, though.
On a cool and sunny day, I took the kids for a hike last week at Ravenswood Park in Gloucester. Avonlea Jane helped pick our trail.
Only a few minutes in, she tripped and ripped up the palm of her hand, but she said she wanted to keep going.
Learning the difference between lichen and moss
Will was happy on the half an hour walk into the park, not on the half an hour walk out.
Our suburban kid was thrilled with the hike. She kept darting back and forth on the trail: a spider, a little tree, a pine cone, moss, a spider web!
That night, Daddy was blowing up her little pool so she could swim at home, and she got another boo-boo on her finger when she got it caught in the air pump. It was a pretty nasty one and, unfortunately, her second big injury of the day. To make her feel better, David offered that I would walk her to go get ice cream while he and Will finished the pool. She said okay, but only if she could wear her green poncho.
The next day, she went to meet Grace, Kate and Chad's daughter and our newest neighbor. She said Daddy needed a haircut first before he could see the baby, and they played barbershop.
Despite evidence to the contrary, she was really excited to meet "her new friend" Grace.
Ah, the pool is up, and it stopped raining long enough to get in.
On Friday night, we all got decked out in university wear and went to Geoff's back-to-school birthday party. However, our big girl was pooped and soon fell asleep in Baby Jack's bedroom.
The weekend was then filled with on and off rain, but Avonlea Jane wasn't going to be deterred from hoping for sun.
David was a little envious of our hike during the week, so during a break in the rain on Sunday, we headed to Coolidge Point between Manchester-by-the-Sea and Magnolia. Avonlea Jane wasn't a big fan of walking though, because she was afraid of fox--one of her sillier fears that strikes from time to time.
When we were on the trail to the point, a sixty-six acre peninsula that used to boast a Gilded Age mansion, the sound of the ocean was so loud in the distance, Avonlea Jane thought it was a train.
The Marble Palace (demolished in the 1950s) was built by Thomas Jefferson-Coolidge, Jr., the great-great-grandson of the original Thomas Jefferson. The house was afforded the chance to host William Taft, Woodrow Wilson, and Theodore Roosevelt before it was torn down, its pillars tossed on the beach.
Pointing out a bird's nest
It was chilly enough to rouse some squeaks out of Will.
Our new dream home--cozy enough to not look pretentious we think
Blustery
Avonlea Jane is excited to come back when it's a little warmer
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