East Coast – Days 6, 7, and 8

Back in Massachusetts.  We got lucky when we checked into the hotel; they gave us an upgrade to a suite with a connected room.  That’s super-convenient when you have one infant kicking four adult’s butts.

It’s been a joy to have our grand-daughter each morning while her parents get ready for the day.  Of course we never finished breakfast much before 11am on any given day because she (grand-daughter) stayed on Pacific time.  Her parents were overjoyed to be able to sleep in until 8am or later!

09 Baby and computer

Oh Opa, that will never compile!

We were smart to not overdo the second half of the trip.  We took it slow, got a lot of time with the local family and stopped by friends on the last day on the way to the airport.

All-in-all, it was a great trip.  We got to see our grand-daughter all-day, every-day for eight days.  She changed a lot over that time, and…. she’s a troopah!

East Coast – Days 4 and 5

On Tuesday we spent time on Long Island before driving back to Massachusetts.

There is a particular tree in the front yard of the house where the sisters (and one brother) grew up; every grandchild gets their photo taken hugging that tree.  The grand daughter is a little too young to hug the tree.  So…

05 Son and grand daughter at the tree

The tree is the one to the left in this photo:

06 The house

Later we visited the convalescence home and got this picture of Dad and daughter.

07 Father and daughter

Afterward  we tried hard to convince our grand daughter that she has the worst grandparents on the planet.  We did this by taking eight hours to make a four hour drive.  It wasn’t all our fault; we faced road closures, traffic and a serious accident (not to us).  But we also left late, had a work emergency, made an extra stop, etc.

Overall the little girl handled things as well as you could expect.  She’s a… wait for it…. a troopah!

This is her with her great aunt, whom we visited with today.

08 Great aunt and baby

East Coast – Days 1, 2 and 3

On Saturday, we got up super early, picked up the son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter and headed to the airport.  What could go wrong?  As it turns out, not much.  The flight was quite quick and the baby is a trooper.  Or as they say in Bahston, a troopah.  She did great.

Hertz, not so much.  We waited a very long time on a line that wasn’t moving.  And we are Gold Level.  In theory you see your name on the board and you go straight to the car.  But not this day.  We ended up across the street at Avis.

Here are two photos from the first night in Massachusetts.

01 I can walk - sort of

I can walk!  Sort of…

02 Daddy - the things you say

Oh Daddy!

On Sunday, we drove to Long Island with a stop to visit family in Connecticut.  We hit massive traffic on the way into NYC and got into our hotel very late.  But the baby did great.  She’s a troppah!

Today we hit the local diner for breakfast then visited with Grand Pa.

03 Four generations

Four generations, clockwise from lower-right

That’s father, daughter, grandson and great granddaughter.  Yes, a troopah!

Later we checked out the ocean and dipped the baby’s toes in the Atlantic.  She didn’t love it.  So here’s a before photo instead.

04 A day at the beach

You’re not going to put me in that, are you?

Yup…. she’s a troopah!